I'm tired of being responsible for other people's misery. I can't even put up with my own.

— Katja Millay

I need to know that there's a way for people like us to end up okay. I need to know that there even is such a thing as okay, maybe even good, and it's out there, and we just haven't found it yet. There's got to be a happier ending than this, here. There's got to be a better story. Because we deserve one. You deserve one.

— Katja Millay

I stayed in therapy long enough to know that nothing that happened to me was my fault. I didn't do anything to invite it or deserve it. But that just makes it worse. Maybe I don't blame myself for what happened, but when they tell you that something was completely and utterly random, they're also telling you something else. That nothing you do matters. It doesn't matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and act the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway. Evil's resourceful that way. ... They tell you it was random to make you feel blameless. But all I hear them telling me is that I have no control, and if I have no control, then I'm powerless. I would have preferred being blamed.

— Katja Millay

It doesn't matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and act the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway. Evil's resourceful that way.

— Katja Millay

I think I’ll stay in pieces. I can shift them, rearrange, depending on the day, depending on what I need to be. Furthermore, I can change on a whim and be so many different girls and none of them has to be me.

— Katja Millay

I will never forget what you did to me. I will never forgive it. Furthermore, I will never stop mourning what you stole from me. But I realize now I can't steal it back, and I'm done spending every day trying to.

— Katja Millay

I wish I could have saved you," he says finally. And this is what it always comes back to. Salvation. Him saving me. Me saving him. Impossibilities, because there is no such thing, and it's not what we ever needed from each other anyway.

— Katja Millay

Maybe I don't need to save her forever. Maybe I can just save her right now, at this moment, and if I can do that, maybe it will save me and maybe that can be enough.

— Katja Millay

My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.

— Katja Millay

My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window.

— Katja Millay