And my piece of advice is...don't flirt with any of the female instructors. They all have access to weapons bigger than yours.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell 'Go Queers!' really loud.

I feel so selfish, because I want the best of both worlds. I want to keep the image I've worked so hard to create.

He may be out of my life physically, but he’ll always be a part of me. I can’t let him go even if I tried. Alex took a piece of my heart, but that doesn’t mean my life has to be on hold. I can’t keep running after ghosts.

I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I’m her knight in shinning armor.

Gettin' near the fire, chica, doesn't necessarily mmean you'll get burned.