“No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.”
“I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.”
“Can’t... can’t just go away. Can’t just... You can’t get on that train and charge out of my life. It’s not fair. I can’t work, dammit! I... I made a bad trade. I made a bad trade. How dare you? How dare you walk into my flat and... and then just... just walk out again? How can you even—”
“Conscience and cowardice are really the same things, Basil. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.”
“I don't pray because it doesn't work. Prayer doesn't fix anything. Bad things happen anyway.”
“I traded being heartbroken over one guys for being completely heartbroken over another.”