Julie always tried to stand beside me, or talk to me, or in some other way mortify me.

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss...." He turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.

You told us over and over that you don’t think you could live without books, but the ironic thing is, you’d probably die before you’d think to rip pages out of one to start a fire. Am I right? Well, get over it already. Better to be warm then well-read.

You can't dwell on what might have been...and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

You got nothin' to lose but your self-respect.

Julie always tried to stand beside me, or talk to me, or in some other way mortify me.

I don’t think you’re aloud to be homeschooled if you don’t have a home.