“He did not deserve to die, and his death absolutely proves that life is randomand fucked-up and arbitrary, until you find someone who can make sense of it all for you—if only temporarily.”

“Life is random and fucked-up and arbitrary, until you find someone who can make sense of it all for you— if only temporarily.”

“Why did You give us so many stories about miracles? Why did Yousend Your Son down from heaven? Why did You give us movies if life doesn’t ever end well?What kind of fucking God are You? Do You want me to be miserable for the rest of my life?”

“And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?”

“I still love you in my own fucked-up way.”

“Maybe you will never be able to forgive me, but I wanted you to know I had the best intentions-and I still love you in my own fucked-up way.”

“People can be cruel,' he says with a sympathetic look that makes me trust him even more. And right then I realize that he is not writing down all my words in a file, which I really appreciate, let me tell you.”