“Walking with your chest out and your head held high says you have earned the right to stomp and pummel this particular piece of real estate.”

“Walk with your head held high. Believe you are somebody and the rest will believe too.”

“Hold your head high, stick your chest out. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.”

“Chances are good that if you walked away from your house after the real estate market collapsed, the Cavs now own it.”

“And I've got THIS," I pulled out the signum and held it up for him to see, "that says I'm kindred. And I've got THIS," I pointed at my head, "that says I'm as smart as you. And I have THIS," I held up my middle finger, "that says go to hell, you immortal bigot."And with that I spun around and stomped out the door, filing the expression on Arthur's face in a mental folder labeled "Kate's Proudest Moments".”

“It should be a privilege to be able to say "I love you" to someone. It shouldn't be something people say just because they feel like it. A privilege that is earned. They say you have to earn the right to be loved; no, love is unconditional, if you love someone, they don't have to earn it. But. The right to tell someone that you love them? That has to be earned. You have to earn the right to be believed.”