“I unscrewed the cap and brought the purple-lined rim to my mouth. Then I almost hacked up a lung. Madeline remained motionless as I struggled for breath.'So what part of this is supposed to be fun?' I asked. 'Just relax,' she said. 'You can't rush the feeling. It takes a few minutes for the alcohol to take effect.' [...] She sat up and picked up the bottle. 'You having fun yet?''Of course. Can't you tell from my labored breathing and the look of pain on my face?”

“Madeline, I know we can be a little conservative-''Conservative? How about down right mean?' She pointed at me, hard and angry. 'You people are quick to ask forgiveness, but won't think twice about condemning others for the same mistakes.' She shook her head. 'If I was God, I'd be pretty damn ashamed of how fucked up church has gotten.”

“I miss you so much my lungs have forgotten how to breathe.”

“Just because he doesn't want to hear it doesn't mean you shouldn't say it.”

“What if I have bad breath?' I asked.'Chew on some gum,' she said.'What if I can't find his tongue?''Back off on your tongue until you can feel his.''What if he throws up in my mouth?''Um, that would just be gross.”

“TearsI struggle with myself to keep them insideThe feelings that I have tried to deny.I tell everyone that I am okayWhen I battle to make it through each day.In my world of illusions where everything was rightI cried myself to sleep each night.You notice the tears filling my eyesAs I begin to shed my shallow disguise.My pain, confusion and a few of my fearsDrop to the ground in the form of my tears.It feels so good to release the emotions built upTo say what I feel instead of bottling them up.As I cry a weight seems to lift from meI feel so much better now that you can see.And now that you know what it is that I feelWill you fight the battle with me andhelp my wounds heal?”

“And what else is she?" Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, "A bitchweasel?""A bitchweasel!" Jazza's face lit up. "She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.”