“You’ve never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what’s best for you.”
“You can’t know, sweetie, because you’ve never had a baby become a brilliant young reader with a side interest in horrible television shows, but the joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.”
“I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.”
“I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
“You know you’ve always been able to count on me…you should never doubt me again.- Sammy”
“What’s going on” she asked.“You been in on it the whole time, Roc, you know what’s going on,” he answered.”