“Every law that curbs my basic human freedom; every lie about the things I care for; every crime committed against me by their politics; that what's makes me get up and hound these fuckers, and I'll do that until the day I die... or until my brain dries up or something.”

“And that is a crime I would gladly commit every day for the rest of my days," he said "Punish me how you will. I love her.”

“If there is any difference between you and me, it may simply be that I get up every day and have a chance to do what I love to do, every day.”

“My future starts when I wake up every morning. Every day I find something creative to do with my life.”

“No. I made that choice. I let all that anger and pain get twisted up in my thoughts for you.” He leaned in. “It fucking kills me. Every night. I relive what I did to you every night.” His forehead rested against mine. “Until you,” he said softly, “I never felt truly helpless.”

“all my parents do is drink. They hate me. Do you know what it's like waking up every morning knowing you're not good enough? there are only two things wrong with me-everything I do and everything I say. They'll never be happy until I'm dead”