We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare, you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.""And what is that nightmare, Craig?""Life.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true- big things are often just small things that are noticed.

Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and lay in bed and looked the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being.

People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.