“I'm going to draw whoever it is off so you can go back to the dorms and fuck yourselves.”

“Answer this question very carefully, kid. Are you a virgin?"The silence was so long I thought I was going to have to ask him again."What the hell?" He sounded honestly perplexed."Yes or no? Are you a virgin?" I lost control halfway through. My voice spiraled up into a scream... "Sonofabitch answer me!""Yes!" he screamed back. "Yes, I'm a fucking virgin, don't shoot me goddammit fucking please!”

“I'm here to help you, fucking morons.”

“So, Mystery Lady? What's it going to be? You're going to spend your short little life playing by their rules, or are you going to take your chance?”

“You can scrub and scrub, but sometimes something doesn't just go away. It . . . it stains you.”

“I love you!" he shouted, his eyes glowing laser green."I love you, okay? I'm not some hopeless retard you pull along behind you because you feel sorry for him! I love you and I'm going to prove it!”

“I wished Graves would look at me. But he just stood there, glaring out from under his hair. I'm sure he could have painted fuck-off on his forehead and it would have been more subtle.”