“She already told me that she doesn't have to be nice, so why do I? Because my mother raised me right? That's why wolves always win. Because the rest of us mind our manners and get devoured for our efforts.”

“She's so in love with me, she doesn't know anything. That's why she's in love with me.”

“Why do men have nipples? Because God is a woman and she really wants us to enjoy ourselves, that's why.”

“Why are you telling me this? (Stryder)Because too many of us let our minds deafen our hearts. (Zenobia)”

“She does this. Told me JP was cheating on me, trashed my Facebook page-''Why?''Because she's like that.''I thought you two were friends.''We are.''So how, exactly, do you define the term, "friend"?”

“But she wouldn't. I knew that already. My mother and I had an understanding: we worked together to be as much in control of our shared world as possible. I was suposed to be her other half, carrying my share of the weight. In the last few weeks, I'd tried to shed it, and doing so sent everything off kilter. So of course she would pull me tighter, keeping me in my place, because doing so meant she would always be sure, somehow, of her own.”