“Replaying her words in my head, I could feel my face redden again. I wanted to flush my head down the toilet.”

“The thing is, my father has about as much rhythm as a drunken octopus […]”

“And I was reminded once again how a song really can change the world.”

“How could you ever feel comfortable if no matter where you went you felt like you belonged someplace else?”

“I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.”

“I'm like the wallpaper, there but barely noticed.”

“Bright and wild like fire. Ha. Friendless and alone like a pathetic loser was more like it.”