When I grow, I'm going to be my mother.

Love’s easy. It kind of comes with the territory. But liking is another story.

Then he holds her and for a moment I hear total silence; that totally silent part of a cry that announces that the most horrible grief is going to follow. And it does, and he's muffling it, but I can hear and I want someone to come over and jab her with a sedative because its pitch pierces my soul.

Mama says that satisfaction isn't what I should search for. Respect is. Respect? I detest that word. Probably because in this world you have to respect the wrong people for the wrong reasons.

Causing a riot is what I do best.

You go shake your foundations, Will. I think it's about time I saved myself.

you grab at any sign of hope. You grab it with both hands and breathe life into it, day after day. You do anything to keep it alive.