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.

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

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)

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)

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