“Growing up, the only class I didn’t doodle in was Art class, because there I’d get to spend the whole time drawing.”

“The first time I met you, you told me you grew up here, I’d call you a liar,” Tate informed me.I tipped my head to the side and asked, “Really?”“Really.”“Why?”“High-class,” he replied.“Sorry?”“You looked high-class,” he semi-repeated.“I’m not,” I stated.“No, Ace, you’re not. You’re a different kind of class.”“Farmer class.”“Pure class.”

“If I were a professor, I’d bring my cat to class. I’d be silent until it meowed, and as soon as it did, I’d stand up and say, “Lecture’s over.”

“I aspire to be of the leisure class, therefore, I go to class. Because I am of the working class, needs must, I teach class, where it is to be learned, I have no class.”

“Morality is only for the middle class, sweet. The lower class can't afford it, and the upper classes have entirely too much leisure time to fill”

“And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.”