“Friendship...is like pain. Explaining it is impossible.”

“All the inane, meaningless noises people make that pass for intelligent conversation. They might as well be pigs grunting in the pen. (92)”

“He told you not to cry, but tears keep leaking out of your eyes. And you're glad, because those tears belong to you. They're yours. Your tears. He can't have them. He can't touch them. They're all yours. (182)”

“I guess, really thinking about it, I always assumed when you missed someone , it was tangible...something real you could grab and hold on to, but it's a not-there feeling.”

“Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too.”

“Home is where the heart is.”

“Its my son again. Ja its Emory, God be thanked.”