“We all harbor little pieces of pain that accumulate inside us. Pain we wish we could cast out, but in truth defines us. All we really need is someone to help us bear the hurt. Someone to say I’m right beside you. Someone to say no matter what you’re not alone. I want that. I want to be that. For him.”

“Writing is the voices inside our heads, our minds, the creativity that exists for us to, from nothing, create alternate worlds, manipulate a personality or to introduce a new kind of love, a new kind of hate or pain or happiness or wonder or... anything we want. Through words, we can do, we can be anything we want.”

“Do women always care about the size of their stomachs?""Til the day they die, son.""Will they ever know that we don't really care?""Do men always think everything is about them?" she mocks."Til the day they die, Gram." I wink at her.”

“Those we love are the only ones worth crying over.”

“Of all the ways we have found to hurt ourselves, the worse has been through love. We are always suffering because of someone who doesn't love us, or someone who has left us, or someone who won't leave us. If we are alone, it is because no one wants us...”

“I lose him at the exact moment that I finally admit I've fallen for him.”

“We could all be lucky. We could all be what we want to be, instead of who someone else told us to be.”