tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us

My brother could make you feel confident in yourself. You know, like, when I was a kid, if I was nervous, I was scared, I wouldn’t wanna do something, he’d always tell me to just face it. You know, get it over with. He would always say, um-- Stupid. He would always say, um...

Everyone has thought about killing someone, one way or another, be it your own hand or the hand of God. Now think about killing Mrs. Marlow. Why did she deserve this? Tell me your design. Tell me who you are.

The Wong boys were taunting me about my parents' divorce. You beat the crap out of them. You were wearing a Kristy McNichol t-shirt, tan cords and a pageboy. You spilled your mom's groceries. We scooped them into a bag. And then I kissed you on the nose. And you ran.