“You’re not gonna try and break up with me again, are you?”

“I’m afraid you’re going to break me, Quinn.” “Don’t let me.” The challenge in his eyes intensified, heating up and pouring strength into me. “Don’t you let me fucking do that, Emilie. Don’t let anyone break you. You’re stronger than that.”

“You've gone and sewn me to this bed,The taste of you and me,Will never leave my lips again,Under the blinding rain,I wanna hold your hand so tight,I'm gonna break my wrist,And when the vultures sing tonight,I'm gonna join right in.”

“The world is gonna try to clean you up, what the f**k you gonna do about it? You're gonna say, "I wanna stay ugly".”

“You’re not seriously going out again, are you?”“Seriously, yeah. Bowling. Her name’s Laura. If you want more details, you’re gonna have to download the video like everybody else.”

“Well. Well?What are you going to do? What are you going to say?What are you going to say when you’re drowning in your own dung and they keep booting you back into it, when all the screams in hell wouldn’t be as loud as you want to scream, when you’re at the bottom of the pit and the whole world’s at the top, when it has but one face, a face without eyes or ears, and yet it watches and listens….What are you going to do and say? Why, pardner, that’s simple. It’s easy as nailing your balls to a stump and falling off backwards. Snow again, pardner, and drift me hard, because that’s an easy one.You’re gonna say, they can’t keep a good man down. You’re gonna say, a winner never quits and a quitter never wins. You’re gonna smile, boy, you’re gonna show ’em the ol’ fightin’ smile. And then you’re gonna get out there an’ hit ’em hard and fast and low, an’—an’ Fight!”