“Funny how certain things stay with you.”

“It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.”

“For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--”

“At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.”

“Funny how time heals. Like that bullet in my ribs. It's there, I know it's there, but I can barely feel it at all anymore.”

“That’s a funny thing: you think, when awful things happen, everything else just stops, like you would forget to pee and eat and get thirsty, but it’s not really true. It’s like you and your body are two separate things, like your body is betraying you, chugging on, idiotic and animal, craving water and sandwiches and bathroom breaks while your world falls apart.”

“It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.”