“Twenty minutes later, I walk out of Melinda's hotel with a plate of finger sandwiches, a bag of prostitute clothes, and a weird wedge on my head that makes me look like you could tip me upside down and fill it with cream of mushroom.I need another donut.”

“I couldn’t get out of my head how strange it was that the smallest decisions in our lives can leave the biggest scars.”

“What's with the strange clothes?"I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed strangely."Thank goodness, she slows a bit. "And what planet is that again?""Er. Canada.”

“It's all me. I'm not just one flavor. You're not, either. So it all comes down to which 'you' you want to show the world.”

“Hans and Christian just stare at me, faces grim. All I can think of is how awesome it would be if my name were Andersen.”

“I'm not just one flavor. You're not either. So it all comes down to which 'you' you want to show the world.”

“I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks.He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.”