I’m scared of what’ll happen when I go back to Mary. And I’m scared of the chemicals they’re gonna put in my body to try and make me better, and I’m scared it won’t work. I’m scared of dying, Nora. I’m scared my son will grow up without me, forget my face, forget the sound of my voice. But most of all, I’m scared that I’ll survive. Because if I do, how can I ever stand in front of a room full of people and convince them that I have the answers when I have no idea what the f*** I’m talking about?
You lose your mama and the very next day nobody gives a s*** about her or you because they think the world is ending.
You know, the only time in my life that I felt truly free, Kevin, was when I picked up that piece of glass and I stuck it in my neck. You were holding me in your arms and I looked up into your eyes and you were so afraid. But I wasn’t. Because it was finally over. That’s freedom.
If we can’t have a sense of humor about you being the Messiah, we’re gonna have a problem.[to Kevin]
If we can no longer separate the innocent from the guilty, everything that happened to us, all of our suffering, is meaningless.