“Leah moaned. Not in pain, but in a "oooh, someone's getting fucked soon and I hope it's me" way.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would've made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket. Fuck.”

“Leah: 'How do I get him to come home?'Sam: 'Get a new personality and learn to shut the fuck up.”

“It seemed to me that the universe was tricky that way--as soon as you didn't need something as badly, as soon as you hold onto the hope of it less tightly, you get a second shot at it.”

“But the problem with me was that as soon as I started thinking about getting it together, I got this mad craving desire to fuck it up.”

“I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They don't do a fucking thing, and then they moan about it.”