"Damnit, Isaac!â Omar snapped, and Isaac jumped.
           âWhat?â Isaac shot.
           âDonât do that, please.â
           âDo what?â
           âCut yourself down! You do it all the fucking time, and you know, maybe thatâs why you let Vaughn do it, because you agreed with him. I justâyou say these things like theyâre so obvious and true but theyâre not. You are not all the awful things you say you are, because if you were we probably wouldnât be friends.â
           âIâm sorry, butââ
           âBut nothing. Youâre not a coward and youâre not a buzz kill and youâre not worthless. Okay? Youâre not. Youâre funny and cute and smart and every one of my friends who has met you has told me later how much they like you, but you donât believe it because you surround yourself with these god-awful people who have constantly torn you down. And Iâm sorry I sound mad right now. Iâm not mad at you, Iâm fucking pissed all these assholes who have fucked with your mind.â
           âVaughnââ
           âVaughn went to jail because he decided to deal coke and he decided to be a fucking crazy person and threaten me with a gun. That had fuck all to do with you, and there is no way you are at fault for anything he ever did.â
           âI dated him. I chose him.â
           âSo? I chose Wendy. You make shitty decisions sometimes. We all mess up. No one deserves to be shot or abused because they have a moment of weakness, because they see something beautiful in an abusive person, many of whom are hurt and lost themselves. Nothing you did contributed to Vaughnâs problems. In fact, you probably made him better than he was. I hate the guy and will always hate the guy, but me and him had one thing in common, and that was that we both found reasons to love you. Not because weâre crazy or stupid or blind but because you are a lovable, worthwhile person. [. . . ] You canât save people. You just canât.â
           âI know,â Isaac whispered. âI justâmy life is going nowhere.â
           âYouâre, what, twenty-five? Dude, you got your whole fucking life. Whoâs to say itâs going to go nowhere? You might win the lottery tomorrow. You might find out youâre a lost Ukrainian prince.â
           âWhat?â
           âOr whatever! You have time. I promise you, once youâre through this funk, things will be better. Once youâre able to believe in yourself and what you do, things work out. Trust me.â
--Spiders and Snakes, Chapter 19