“You know who Mr. Darcy is?""I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.”

“I guess there are a lot of people who don't know the right thing to say. You don't notice them so much because they pretend they do.”

“Who's this?" Dad asks when a catchy tune comes on the CD mix I made for the trip. We pass the skeleton tree that never has leaves, no matter what the time of year. Bare gray branches wave us on. "No one you know Dad," I say. It's me.”

“I like that about art, that what you see is sometimes more about who you are than what's on the wall.”

“I know nothing about love.”

“I know what irony is.''Okay, Alanis.”

“You know, Leo's brother's hooking me up with a car when I get my license. I'm making you get in while it's moving.”