“You’re a teenager. It’s all complicated.”
“It’s all right to change your mind about a situation, even if it’s in mid-course without fear that you’re missing something. You know, if you’re not there, it’s not happening for you at that time. All you’re doing is changing direction.”
“Believe me, if you’re a teenager, you’re always in the damned woods. Literally, you’re in the woods — probably too much you’re in the woods. And metaphorically you’re in the woods, in your life.”
“For being different, it’s easy. But to be unique, it’s a complicated thing.”
“You’re a teenage boy. I have boobs. What part of the equation is missing?”
“Okay," I began. "You’re too old for me. You’re scary. It’s creepy that you were so all over my mom and now you’re all over me.”