“You must be poor.why?cuz ur not making any cents!”

“What's wrong with mistakes? Not that I'd know. No one's ever let me make any.”

“The hardest thing about being a parent is watching your kids make mistakes. Our instinct is to protect you. But you're right, Deenie. Sometimes we have to step aside and let you make them anyway. The best we can do is be there when you mess up.”

“No, I'm serious," Frankie insisted, fed up with being silenced. "Why didn't you just make me a normie?"Viktor sighed. "Because that's not who we are. We're special. And I'm very proud that. You should be, too.""Proud?" Frankie spat out the word as if it had been soaked in nail polish remover. "How can I be proud when everyone is telling me to hide?""I'm telling you to hide so you'll be safe. But you can still feel proud of who you are," he explained, like it really was that simple. "Pride has to come from within you and stay with you, no matter what people say."Huh?Frankie crossed her arms and looked away.”

“Candace nodded a little too hard. She loved making her ponytail swing.”

“Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I'll never make it through World Issues.”

“Kuh-laire, Is cam a fattening Girl Scout Cookie layered with peanut butter and a chocolate coating?No. Then dont make him a tagalong!”