There were other stories and other names. Second Base Stace, who had breasts in fourth grade and let some of the boys feel them. Vincent, who took acid and tried to flush a sofa down the toilet. Sheila, who allegedly masturbated with a hot dog and had to go to the emergency room. The list went on and on.

I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.

I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.

I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

Banning books gives us silence when we need speech. It closes our ears when we need to listen. It makes us blind when we need sight.