“I'd been preparing myself to apologize. Forgive and forget, as Mom says. "Fuck you," I said.”

“Maybe I was being naive. Even stupid. I mean, who would trade Standford for being homeless? [...] But I had to know if I was meant to be a musician. Otherwise I'd spend the rest of my life regretting it. Asking myself... what if?”

“First loves can fuck you up.”

“I love who you are. Because you accept me for who I am. You make me laugh, sometimes even at myself. And you make me happy.”

“I really wanted something, giving myself permission to screw up wasn't an option”

“Everything you say is worthwile to me. Even when you don't let me finish a sentence.”

“Why was it considered normal for a girl to live for fashion and makeup, but not car engines or bugs? And what about sports fanatics? My mom had a boyfriend who would flip out if he missed even a minute of a football game. Wouldn't that be what doctors considered autistic behavior?”