The air smelled like a mélange of everyone's perfume and hair products, with a slight undertone of booze.

Sometimes I feel kind of wrong here. I used to be normal, but now... I don't know. I feel like I should be one way, but I'm not." Toby stared at her. "I hear that." He sighed. "There are all these perfect people here. And... it's like, if you're not one of the,. then you're messed up. But I think, inside, the flawless-looking people are just as messed up as we are.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all?

There's a lot you can't tell about people, looking in from the outside" -Hanna

I really like reading about how families work together.

The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls is the quintessential dysfunctional family.

She knew too much. -A