“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.”

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

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

“Walk tall look the world in the eye.”

“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.”

“Stick in and do my best.”

“Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!”