“Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.”

“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.”

“I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.”

“And I think that’s what growing up is all about, where you go, okay, this is it, this is about love-relationships are a disaster, everything is really screwed up, things don’t work out, people get divorces, I may not even like everything there is to like about myself—love anyway. Live anyway. Choose to be a part of this anyway.”

“Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.”

“Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.”