“Miserable people love to make other people miserable. I don't hate them, I just feel sorry for them.”

“I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but that's the great part: I don't have to be.”

“All of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true, I was made for youI climbed across the mountaintopsTravel across the ocean blueI cross over lines and I broke all the rulesAnd baby I broke them all for youOh because even when I was flat brokeYou made me feel like a million bucksYou do, I was made for youYou see the smile that's on my mouthIt's hiding the words that don't come outAll of the friends who think that I'm blessedThey don't know my head's a messNo they don't know who I really amAnd they don't know what I've been throughLike you do, and I was made for youAll of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amOh but these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true, I was made for youOh yeah, and it's true that I was made for you”

“There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.”

“That guy with the silver hair, he’s your dad, right?” Amber questioned, surveying the scene. “Yes,” I said, reluctant to say anything but, considering what was happening, figured was the least of my worries. “Ooo la la. He’s, like, totally diesel. Look at those arms.” She went on, admiring my dad to a sickening degree. “All right, jailbait, back off. It’s practically incest.”She sucked air through her teeth. “I know,” she said regretfully. “But a girl can dream. And I have a feeling he’s going to be starring in a lot of them.”

“Oftentimes. when people are miserable, they will want to make other people miserable, too. But it never helps.”

“I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.”