In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

There were only two kinds of people in our town. ―The stupid and the stuck- ―The ones who are bound to stay or too dumb to go. Everyone else finds a way out.

I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all.

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!

It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.