“How can I expect readers to know who I am if I do not tell them about my family, my friends, the relationships in my life? Who am I if not where I fit in the world, where I fit in the lives of the people dear to me?”

“That's the pathetic thing about high school. Everyone tries so hard to be something they aren't. It's gotten so I don't know who I am, so how can I even try to be who I am, much less who I'm not? My problem is that I don't even fit in with the misfits. I don't fit anywhere.”

“When I am feeling bad about myself, the best thing I can do is spend time with someone who knows me well and loves me well. Out of all the people in my life who fit that description, nobody can come close to the way my Heavenly Father knows me and loves me. He has known me, and you, since before the world was created.”

“How high a price we pay for the burden of habit! I am fitted for life here where I do not want to be, I want to live there but am unfit for it, and on both counts I am miserable.”

“Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am.”

“I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.”