“Can I get a lock for my tent?Bears can't unzip tents, Lana.Well, chainsaw psychos who wander the woods looking for young girls all alone to chop up into pieces can.There are no chainsaw psychos! I can't believe you've never been camping. It's safe, Lana. I promise.Easy for you to say. You'll be snuggled up safely in the arms of Beau Vincent. I'm more than positive he could take on a black bear.”

“Nobody will mess with us, huh? Ever seen The Hills Have Eyes? The Chainsaw Massacre? Psycho!" He laughed. "Yes, but I'll murder anyone who comes near you, do you hear me?" I nodded with a smirk.”

“You can't come wandering around in at all hours of the night looking like you've been-""Raped?" "Not to worry, Estertown's been safe for three years now, Dad.”

“I had been worrying about them wandering around the camp alone, even if it did look safe to them. Sometimes a guy's standard of what is safe is much different than a woman's, and neither of them were ever described as being very perceptive.”

“Then I look over at Corey, who is watching me with a tenderness that makes me want to crawl inside his heart, pitch a tent, and set up camp forever.”

“I can't afford to take responsibilities for others' lives. It's all I can do to bear the weight of my own life and my own loneliness.”