“Just like every other year, there's a kind of death in the air as the summer is squelched by autumn. It is a lonely feeling.”

“It’s like they don’t even know how to stand beside each other without one groping the other. Their clinginess has always annoyed me.”

“Don’t say ‘sorry.’ Just cut it out.”

“But I know he'll call, no matter what shape he's in. Even when I hate him, I love him. Even when he stops calling, I hear his voice. Will is my only brother. Without each other - without the invisible thread that binds us together, no matter how weak or frayed it becomes - we are simply drifting, all alone, without anything like a compass to know where we're headed.”

“Why should they bother to go grocery shopping? It's not like their son needs to eat or anything like that.”

“My favorite uncle was gay,” she says, “and he doesn’t like to dance, either.” She looks at Chad. “I don’t like that word. Fag. Don’t use it, okay?”

“Cops, I've learned, are like vampires; they can't come in unless you invite them.”