i've had the strength of your beliefs

I take hard earth and make things bloom.

Lady, I can nail you with this.

D’Artagnan, you couldn’t nail me with roses and a trip to Vegas.

Well, you can’t kill me ‘cause I’m already dead. And I talked to God, and she says “Yo, wassup?” and she wants you to lose the gun.

I thought i was being punished.

For what?

Everything. Copying my arithmetic homework from my best friend in third grade, lying to my mom when I stayed out late, hating my little brother when he was born, wishing he would die… and he did.

Death is dwelling on the past or staying in one place too long.

It’s not gonna matter after Friday, anyway.

Why, because Roxy Carmichael’s coming home?

Because my mother’s coming to get me.

“There is no point to any of this. It’s all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of neat escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know, a quarter pounder with cheese, those are good; the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a crackle…and I sit back and I smoke my camel straight and I ride my own melt.”