“It isn't fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he'll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I'd ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence like a city-flattening tornado.”
“I used to wonder what it would look like if all my footsteps were painted red: all the steps I'd ever taken in all the places I'd ever been.”
“I know the world isn't fair, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?”
“I was convinced that being ripped in two by him would be the best pleasure I'd ever known.”
“The world isn't fair, Calvin.""I know Dad, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?”
“In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that I return the love.”