But it was probably nothing." "Nothing is nothing anymore, Viv. - Kate Coyle

But I can’t justify the act to myself, no matter how much I like making out with the boy I’d be trying to save. That would be playing by Believer rules—telling myself that violence and the threat of it is okay, if that’s what it takes to get you what you want. “For God so loved the world,” says the Book of Frick, “that he sent us guns with which to protect our homes and women.”

I wonder if this is what bravery is: adrenaline plus love plus absolute stupidity.

I will never understand why Believers cling to this kind of language, this relentless empty optimism, plus all! those! exclamation! points!