She looked at him again. "No, they're not." She agreed. "But I like the good ones. I'd rather look for those than spend my time thinking the world was filled with people like my father. I'd go fucking crazy if I did that." Most of what she'd said was in a very conversational tone, except, perhaps, the venom she used with the word 'father.'
But it was true. She tried to look at the good in people because if she didn't she'd just concentrate on all the bad, and she was fairly sure that would be a one way trip to the funny farm.