“But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)”

“The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.”

“Faces...I...don't...know...the real...me”

“Grandmother walked up over the bare granite and thought about birds in general. It seemed to her no other creature had the same dramatic capacity to underline and perfect events -- the shifts in the seasons and the weather, the changes that run through people themselves. p.33”

“Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.”

“His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn't even know that guys could turn me on-not, like, in real life”