“This was hell then; it wasn't anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.”

“Did you ever think about boys?' I say, staring up into the dark. 'There wasn't room,' she whispers, and her voice is unbelievably sad. 'At first, after Connor, I was just waiting. I was going to get a new boyfriend soon- as soon as I was prettier or better, more perfect. But after a while there was no room for anything else. If I though about kissing or sex, I just started feeling ugly, too awful for anything good.”

“I never said there wasn't anything to worry about. Just that I'd handle the situation. Take a deep breath, stop calling, and don't get involved. I'm full up on crazy family members at the moment.~Grayson van Court to Cassandra van Court”

“Or - perhaps - I should just worry about my own behavior and let others be who they are.”

“...don't worry about how things look. People are going to think whatever they think. To hell with 'em. You can't worry about it.”

“If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.”