#*smeme

"Please, please, please tell him that I love–" "I gotta go." "Please tell him that I love him, okay? And I'm so, so sorry. Please? Please? Lip? Lip!"

"You're my girlfriend."

"Nobody's saying our neighborhood's the garden of Eden– hell, some people say god avoids this place altogether– but it's been a good home to us."

"Love you, too."

"Every time I look into one of you kids’ faces I see her face looking back at me— smiling, laughing. She was strong and you’re strong; she was brave and you’re brave. I know you didn’t think much of her but she loved you. And you wouldn’t be who you are, and I wouldn’t be who I am, if she hadn’t come into our lives. So hate her if you want, but she’s in you, and that’s a good thing."

"I don’t have any big ideas about what I want to do with my life, but this morning I was washing dishes at the diner where I work and Professor Youens called me and I thought ‘I miss that'. I don’t miss the kids who grew up so privileged that they didn’t even know what they had. But I miss being around people with minds like Professor Youens’, and I think if I could get a couple more years of that, I’d have a real good shot at making some better choices than my father made."

"This is about what you didn't do. It's about what I did. And you know what? I did a fucking great job."

"I'm thinking maybe it's time for me to go." "Go?" "Leave. Move someplace else... Shit. I can't believe I actually said it out loud." "Someplace else like–?" "Somewhere near the equator. I'm sick of winters, you know? Ice and sleet and freezing my ass off."