“... he pretty much made me feel like there's no use struggling anymore, that most everybody that dies goes to hell, and heaven isn't anything but a great wilderness.”

“Well, I never been to much school, you understand, but it seems to me that you're assuming something you shouldn't assume... that God sees the world like you do; one thing at a time, from just one spot. Seems to me that he's supposed to be everywhere, know everything. ...Think about that; he knows what you're feeling, how you're hurting. Feels my pain, your pain like it was his own. Hell son, the question isn't how God could care about just one person; question is, how could he not?”

“I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.”

“We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" "No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.”

“I was never part of the "in" crowd, because as I stood outside the circle, everyone looked the same.”

“The only excuse from a man who abuses you are the ones we give him.”

“Letting go means wanting to move on so you can live.”