I had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.

My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.

I like you a lot. Because you’re funny and smart and because you seem to like me. I know that’s not a good reason, but I can’t help it; if a girl likes me I tend to like her back [...] I like you for all this stuff but I also kind of like you for the cuts on your face—

I owe her everything and I love her and I tell her these days, although every time I say it, it gets a little diluted. I think you run out of I love yous.

The stuff adults tell you not to do is the easiest.

She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.

A lot of the books that I grew up reading were pretty brutal, like the Redwall books.