“...Fran? Frances Hill, you stop that right now! What the devil's got into you? Ada, you should be ashamed! Braying like a mule, you are! And you, Mattie Gokey...would you like to tell me what could possibly be so funny?”

“Sean: Tell you what. I'll answer the question you should have asked. Ready?Payton: So it's like Jeopardy?Sean: Yes. Now, the answer is... you.Payton: Me? Wait, what's the question?Sean: Who do you like?”

“This isn't about you...." "Well, it should be!" he shouted, and I flinched. "Everything I do is about you, and I want the reverse to be true, too." I wiped more tears, my throat aching with words that would only make this worse. "What, you need a reminder? That's what he was doing, right? And now you smell like him. You probably taste like him. You should taste like me..." He was on me before I could even catch my breath...”

“You think this is funny? Did you like him touching you?...Take off your clothes,”“What?”“I’m feeling the need to mark my territory and I want you right here. Right now.”

“So is that it? Will I have to live the rest of my life like this? Not doing the right thing? Not saying the right words?""That's your choice. You can't change the past. Ah, but the future. . .you own the future." The Greenman smiled. "So, you tell me. . .what choice do you want to make now?”

“Taste is the only morality. Tell me what you like and I'll tell you what you are.”