“You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.”

“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”

“she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.”

“Sometimes its hard to see the light at the end of a tunnel. Sometimes you don't even know its there”

“You should step in my shoesWalk for a whileand maybe you will see how hard it isto hold back the tears and fake a smile”

“It's hard enough losing with out the confusion of knowing I tried.”