“Are you there God? It’s me, Margaret. I just told my mother I want a bra. Please help me grow God. You know where.”

“I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep. None of it has anything to do with you. It's just that I don't know what to do now. You must be thinking what a rotten person I am. Well, believe me, I'm thinking the same thing. I don't know how this happened or why. Maybe I can get over it. Do you think you can wait—because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you … not ever …”

“I want you to know it was no big deal...those movies showing women screaming in labor are plain bullshit....there's nothing to it...you just push and push and finally the baby pops out...to tell you the truth I don't even rember that much about it except there was a very nice guy standing over me and every time a strong contraction started he gave me a whiff of gas...”

“Like my mother said, you can't go back to holding hands”

“If I should ever have children I will tell them what religion they are so they can start learning about it at an early age. Twelve is very late to learn.Sincerely, Margaret Ann Simon”

“My only advice is to stay aware, listen carefully, and yell for help if you need it.”

“It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome.”