“God, he was so beautiful. It was the tragic kind of beauty too, the kind you knew was doomed from the start. A face that launched a thousand ships and dug a million graves.”

“This was how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.”

“Paris rubbed his forehead against his, running his hands through Roan‘s hair, and said, 'How about we come back here and exchange notes once we‘re done with the interviews? Take a long lunch.''Only exchange notes?''No one said we can‘t exchange notes in bed.”

“Strong could be dealt with—but crazy? Oh no. You never knew what the crazy were going to do.”

“The problem with life—with a lot of things—was randomness was responsible for so many things.”

“God, he was so beautiful. It was the tragic kind of beauty too, the kind you knew was doomed from the start. A face that launched a thousand ships and dug a million graves.”

“After finding "God hates fags" written in Magic Marker on his locker Roan had cleaned it off and then wrote, also in Magic Marker, "I hate your God”

“I'm not going to lie to you and say it gets easier, because it doesn't. It's just that you get used to it. The human animal has an amazing capacity to get used to almost anything.”

“Humanity was awful; humanity made you hurt. Humanity was a weakness that would kill everyone, one way or another.”