“It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt.

After all, hell is supposed to be hot.”

“Tell me where it hurts, she'd say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where.

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.”

“But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.”

“I don't want to hurt myself. I want to stop hurting.”

“If she had hurt me, I could have forgiven her without even having to think about it; but I couldn't forgive her for being hurt.”

“If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.”

“I was glad to be with her, but it also kind of hurt, and it hurt when I wasn't with her, too.”

“You can't think decently if you're not willing to hurt yourself”

“I needed to let them know they couldn't hurt me. I've learned that the best way to stay safe is to make your enemies think you can't be hurt.”

“It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.”