You can't break my heart, she cries, breathy and furious. You can't own my soul. What I have, I made, what I have is mine. What I have I made, what I have is mine.

I'm no stranger to fucking up.

That's how hearts get broken, you know. When you believe in promises.

Go be absolutely, positively, fucking angelic.

Riley's sway as he disappeared down the alley, I recognized it. It wasn't booze. It was the thing that happened when a little too much got a little too messed up. They sway, it's what creeps over a person when they've begun to empty out and don't care enough to put anything back, to replace what has been lost.

Mickey holds up the soggy paper. DIE. Don't you die.