“I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.”

“A piece of me is gone," she told me once while we were bra shopping. "I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.”

“We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot.""Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.”

“And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.”

“It's shit punk.[..] That doesn't mean I think punk is shit [...] it means that when someone plays unk ina shit-like manner, it's excruciating. So either find yourself yourself a good punk band or move on, Tom. Because it kills me to say this, but you're actually a tiny bit gifted.”

“You're judging her by her literacy," Tara says. "You're a literacist." "You've made that up.”

“Whatever is now covered up will be uncovered and every secret will be made known.”