“Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.”

“I once complained to my father that I didn’t seem to be able to do things the same way other people did. Dad’s advice? "Margo, don’t be a sheep. People hate sheep. They eat sheep.”

“He doesn’t have sex with sheep—he sleeps with scapegoats. He is my father, and I haven’t seen him since before I was born.”

“In the weeks between my father's visit and Cal's death, I hurt my friend in ways that frightened me.”

“Ian’s the black sheep.”“I thought I was the black sheep,” said Seth, sounding almost hurt.“No. You’re the unfocused artistic one. I’m the responsible one. Ian’s the wild, hedonistic one.”“What’s hedonistic?” asked Kendall.Her father considered. “It means you run up a lot of credit card bills you can’t pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot of…lady friends.”

“Feed my sheep, feed my sheep," I repeated. "He didn't say, 'Feed my sheep after you check their ID.”