It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.

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

He realized that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs.

Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are admistered on the knee, shoulder, and arm.

But in that moment when my brother took the field, all that washed away, and everyone was proud... I looked up at my dad, and he was smiling. I looked at my mom, and she was smiling even though she was nervous about my brother getting hurt, which was strange because it was a VCR tape of an old game, and she knew he didn't get hurt.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

It's like he would take a photograph of Sam, and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it's beautiful is because of Sam.