“I don't look for love. Love looks for me." "Why?" "Because it needs me. Because I'm not afraid of it.”

“Don't say it. Don't say nobody's going to stare at me, because they will. Don't tell me it doesn't matter because it does. And don't tell me I look fine because that's a lie. I'm a freak, Mom. Look at me.”

“Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike. We are alike.”

“But why all these questions?Because I'm in love and I'm afraid of suffering.Don't be afraid, the only way to avoid that suffering would be to refuse to love.”

“And then what would she say? I just told your brother that I love him, and I'm afraid that he hates me? I can't be alone with Turner because I'm afraid he might ravish me? I can't be alone with Turner because I'm afraid I might ravish him.”

“When you say things like that to me, I call it a Kardashian. Know why? Because I'm looking for the but.”