I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

You take girls, for example. They're copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys. I mean it's not like in movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It's not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them purpose.

I really do love my sister. Especially when she's nice.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.