“I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count”

“Would you still love me if I killed someone?” I said nothing. My breath was coming too fast. “I would still love you,” Go said. “Go, do you really need me to say it?” She stayed silent. “I did not kill Amy.” She stayed silent. “Do you believe me?” I asked. “I love you.”

“I wasn't really able to love someone but I couldn't help but want to be loved.”

“Do you believe there's hope at the end?""No, no, I dont, but im still going, you coming with me?”

“I told Doreen I would not go to the show or the luncheon or the film premiere, but that I would not go to Coney Island either, I would stay in bed. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.”

“My identity might begin with the fact of my race, but it didn't, couldn't end there. At least that's what I would choose to believe.”