“This is not a test. Listen closely. This is not a test."But I think she's wrong. I think this is a test.It has to be.”

“I think there’s nothing left for me. I don’t think that for everyone else.”“So what do they have that you don’t at this point?”I press my lips together. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I don’t want to talk about how everyone has something even if they don’t really have it anymore, that what they had makes them strong enough for this, to keep going.”

“I close my eyes and think of the photograph Culler showed me. I see it in my head perfectly. He'll be there, at that school. Another piece of my father. And then another. Six pieces. I will find them all, put them together. I'll find him.And then I'll let him go.”

“You think I ever stopped wanting to die after the motel?" I ask. "You think a feeling like that just goes away?”

“I think some girls are just fucked up.”

“Eddie, I think... sometimes lies bring you to the truth... or help you reconcile with it...”

“This must be what Dorothy felt like, I think. Maybe. If Dorothy was six scared teenagers and Oz was hell.”