“Do real boys actually call girls baby? I don't have enough experience to know. I do know that if a guy ever called me baby, I'd probably laugh in his face. Or choke him.”

“I'd also believe that all teenage boys go around calling girls baby, because apparently that's the express train to romance.”

“I don't know how to regret it. Because that would mean to regret that I ever met her and I can't make myself do that.”

“What did you call her?" she asks but I don't think it's her real question."Sunshine," I say, and she smiles like she believes it's perfect and she may be the only person other than me who would think so."What is she to you?" she whispers. The real question and I know the answer even if I don't know how to say it.Drew's muffled voice rises up from the floor before I can respond."Family," he says.And he's right.”

“Do you know what I found?”Of course I do, and you know that I do. You just want to ask for dramatic effect and then you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“I don't do hugging. I don't like people touching me ever when there's no treat involved. It's too intimate and it bothers me.”

“He took the fucking piano, Sunshine. He didn't take everything. Look at your left hand. It's probably clenched in a fist right now, isn't it?"I don't need to look. It is. He knows it."Now open it up and let it go."And I do.”