“What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?”

“People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.”

“Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.”

“How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.”

“What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?”

“I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.”

“I think about my choice. Either outcome is bleak. If I stay and live through high school, go to college, get a job, what will ever change? This blackness inside will never go away. I don't make friends; I'll always be alone. If I go, at least there's hope of peace. Chance of a new and better life on the other side.”