“I have something very important to say to you, but I can't tell you what it is. It's a very important thing, but I'll tell you another time.”

“... I somehow convinced myself that she knew how I felt, and that she probably felt the same way.”

“Was that pity? I think it was. No wonder, I even pity myself. Will the pity make her love me? Make her take me home with her and look after me like the plant? Fucking bastard smug plant.”

“(Perhaps he realized that) two damaged people could never really make a whole undamaged person between them.”

“Stick in and do my best.”

“Walk tall look the world in the eye.”

“What if she was meant to be, or could have been, someone important in my life? I think that's what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by. How do you know...I felt that by walking away I was abandoning [them], that I spent my entire life, day after day, abandoning people.”