“In a way I loved Sean from the day I first laid eyes on him. It wasn't instantaneous mind you, it didn't hit me like a thunderbolt and when you get to know me better, you'll know that I'm never likely to go all goggle eyed and weak at the knees. No it was more like a serum that had been injected into my bloodstream. The point of the needle so small, I didn't even feel it break my skin, but it was there all the same”― Mackenzie Brown Lost Boys”

“I didn't ask you if you loved him. I asked you if you liked him. Love is important but like is the more important. If you don't like him, all the love in the world can't make you have a good relationship.”

“Yesterday I fell in love,today feels like my funeral,I just got hit by a bus,shouldn't have been so beautiful,dont know why I gave my heart,gave my trust,gave everything.”

“Why shouldn't Mom trust me, Dad" Why are you so determined to make me out to be the bad guy all the time?" I stared at the side of his face, willing him to make eye contact. He didn't. "I've been doing really good late and you don't even care.""Yet you still managed to get into trouble tonight," he said."You have no idea what happened tonight," I said, my voice ratcheting up a notch. "All you know is that, because I was involved, I'm somehow guilty of something. You could at least pretend to care, you know. You could at least try to understand."Dad gave a sardonic little laugh. "I'll tell you what I understand," he said. "I understand that when you're left to your own devices you get into trouble, that's what I understand. I understand I was trying to have a happy, restful evening with Briley and once again you screwed it up.”

“It feels so good to laugh at myself. I'd probably cry my eyes out if I didn't.”

“The funeral was beautiful.I didn't mind it, really. It wasn't exactly Pop's funeral, to me. When I'd been alone with him, there in the little room, well, that was it, as far as I was concerned. I'd said good-bye to him, sort of, then.This was just something you had to go through with, on account of other people and out of respect for Pop.”

“He never liked me. So I never liked him. A long time ago I made a decision that made things a lot simpler for me: I wasn't going to like someone who didn't like me. If someone had a problem with me, I wouldn't argue with him or try to change his mind. If he demonstrated he didn't like me, I came to the conclusion that life was too short, so fuck him. This included quite a few people I ran across in the music business, as well as my own brother and the whole nation of France. I wasn't going to turn into Sally Field ("You like me! You really like me!"), but I wasn't going to waste my time with assholes, either.”