“But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.”
“Believe this, Bitch.”
“Hope is a lying bitch.”
“Life's a bitch,” I said.“And then you die,” Larry finished for me.”
“Lately, when I didn't have room to bitch, I didn't. Maturity, at last.”
“He balled his hand into a fist. "You are such a bitch." "Woof, woof," I said.”