You get mad at me, you kick the tire, I don't get a bruise, the tire doesn't care, and you're the only one hurting. How's that working for you, Kip?

I figured out that I can't forget. I can't really forgive. But I can live. Live with it. Like you live with a scar or a limp or whatever. You always know it's there. It reminds you never to let yourself do anything so stupid and horrible and wrong again. I step out of my rut, step again, and keep stepping. (277)

Simon Glass was easy to hate. I never knew exactly why, there was just too much to pick from. I guess, really, we each hated him for a different reason, but we didn't realize it until the day we killed him.

You know what I figured out? I hate this part. Dr. Martin leaned back in his chair. It means I'm about to lose income or I'm about to learn what a crappy shrink I am. (276)

Your words are teeth. And they eat me alive. Feed on my corpse instead.

Just like the breakthroughs, the bad stuff always takes you by surprise. (121)