“You like me, Josie Moraine. You just don't know it yet.”

“[Josie said] "I just ... I don't like the way you treat kids who aren't like us, all right? Just because you don't want to hang out with losers doesn't mean you have to torture them, does it?" "Yeah, it does," Matt said. "Because if there isn't a them, there can't be an us." His eyes narrowed. "You should know that better than anyone.”

“You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.”

“I’m standing in front of you, Josie. You just have to turn around.”

“Don't you get that yet? You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about you. You don't even know shit about you.”

“I know you don't have access to that memory yet, but I don't think it's something I can just tell you. It means too much to me, I guess.”