People are fragile things you should know by now
Be careful what you put them through.

“Believe me; everyone who tried to save him that day isn’t going to forget. It’s the day they failed. They’ll ask themselves what they could’ve done. Could they have gotten there sooner? They’ll heal, but it’s going to take time. They’ll move on, but they won’t forget.”

"It’s just unfair that she’s gone. It’s like, if we can’t keep each other safe, then why are we even doing any of this? Sometimes, I think maybe, maybe he was right, you know? Maybe — maybe it’s just not worth it."

"Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters."

"Tomorrow, you promise yourself, will be different, yet, tomorrow is too often a repetition of today."

"What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous." 



"We all wear masks and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing our own skin."