“My mother tries to explain that I need support and that I'm just going through a period of adjustment. "Like puberty," she says.”

“My friend is having his period," I told the pizza guy, and handed him his tip. "He needs Britney and extra cheese to get him through it. I'm trying to be supportive.”

“Grace,' my mother tries, just before my frozen hot chocolate comes. I don't answer her.Later, while she's waiting for her credit card back from the waitress, she says, 'I'm sorry.”

“I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.”

“Above all, beware of compromises. I do not mean that you are to get into antagonism with anybody, but you have to hold on to your own principles in weal or woe and never adjust them to others' "fads" through the greed of getting supporters. Your Atman is the support of the universe—whose support do you stand in need of?”

“I'm not looking for love," she tried to explain."If it comes my way, that makes it twice as special.”