Why stand? Why sleep, why eat, why even live after all of this s***, Alicia, if it doesn’t mean anything? If we’re out here, we got to make it mean something. That’s what we need. That’s what I need. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.
When you spend as much time as I did collecting other people’s stories, you kind of stop having your own.
When you help people, they never learn to take care of themselves.
They say the first is the hardest. Second pregnancy’s worse in ways. You know the pain at any moment is less than what’s coming. You know any potential complications. Might have been through some. And you know the moment that tiny thing comes into the world, you’re weaker because you would die for him.
There’s no way to really protect yourself. You can’t put a weapon between you and losing people, and you can’t even run away from them, either.
There are no coincidences. The universe sends us signs, and it’s up to us to interpret them.
There ain’t no waiting. Not in this world. Waiting, that’s how you lose people.
The old rules of conduct no longer apply.
The man with the blade and the man in the chair, they’re not different.
She’s not sick. She’s dead.
She was with me when I scored. Yeah, and she was with me when I nodded. She was there. She was beside me. But then, then when I went down, everyone was dead. ‘Cause there was blood. Yeah, and it’s all over her mouth. You know? Then she came at me.
People don’t change. When pressed, when cornered, the artifice falls and the curtain drops. They always show you who they really are.
