In the end....everything matters.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

I swear, guys in groups are capable of the stupidest things." "Like war," Kellan says, heaping napkins and ketchup packets onto her tray. "And jumping off rooftops." "And lighting their farts on fire," she says.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It's crazy!