“Boys are so strange sometimes.”

“I had never walked anywhere with a boy holding hands. It always looked so silly when I watched other people doing it, walking down the halls of the school or around town, but I finally got it. It's a shared moment of quiet intimacy. It's not blatant or showy. It's just, well, lovely.”

“Nothing like hearing you look like crap along with feeling like it.”

“I stepped in front of my closet to decide what to wear. Unless you are a sixteen, almost seventeen, year old girl, you just can’t realize what a difficult task that is.”

“I was sixteen, not three. I was old enough to make my own decisions. Try explaining that to my mom, though.”

“There are times in life when I guess you just needed to face facts, and I think that moment was one of those times. I needed to know who and what I was, not just to Acadia, but also to Leif, and myself most of all.”

“Yes, I pray and go to church and read my Bible. But sometimes I shake my fist at God. It's not the picture of peace I realize, and I certainly make no claims of wearing the armor of God. I'm lucky if I can get the underwear of decency on, all right?”