Open your eyes, boy. Your eyes. Open your eyes and no more turn aside and brood.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

Disappear, she says. I love that word.

Which do you prefer, she says. Sex or Violence?
I try to smile. What's the difference, really.

she is a girl who cannot walk her troubles off, or work them off; she is a girl to sit around and glare.