“What is your collective GPA for this year?”“Not as high as I'd like it to be.”Freud steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. “What about your parents?”“I don't know. They haven't been in school for a while.”

“The higher my GPA gets the more I realize high school is useless”

“Mercy Falls was all about rumors, and the rumor on Jack was that he got his short fuse from his dad. I didn't know about that. It seemed like you ought to pick the sort of person you would be, no matter what your parents were like.”

“Anna," he said, dragging his frosted fingers through my hair."Don't you know what it means when a boy pulls your hair at your birthday party?" "No." Just, then, i didn't know what anything meant.”

“What did I know of your fantasies? Why do we know so little about the fantasies of our parents? What do we know of somebody if we know nothing of the images passed to him by his imagination?”

“The Summer after high school,when we first met, we make out in your Mustang, to Radiohead,and on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoes,Used to steal your parents liquor, then climb to the roof,Talk about our future like we had a clue,Never thought I'd wondering I'd be losing youIn another life, I would be your belle”