“Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?”

“Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.”

“I have no right to risk. No, that's not quite correct. I have no right to failure. And I don't trust myself anymore. I don't know what's happened to my edge. Lost it in a strange land.”

“You are mine, but you are not mine. I am yours, but you hardly know it.”

“It is what you do not know that is your greatest risk.”

“I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.”

“I know that homes burn and that you should think what to save before they start to. Not because, in the heat of it, everything looks as valuable as everything else. But, because nothing looks worth the bother, not even your life.”

“When you are sixteen you do not know what your parents know, or much of what they understand, and less of what's in their hearts. This can save you from becoming an adult too early, save your life from becoming only theirs lived over again - which is a loss. But to shield yourself - as I didn't do - seems to be an even greater error, since what's lost is the truth of your parents' life and what you should think about it, and beyond that, how you should estimate the world you are about to live in.”

“I have no way of knowing that your story is not true — but you have no way of knowing that my story isn't true. So I will choose the one that I love. I will close the one that, if it's true, makes this reality one worth living in. I'll act as if the life I hope for is real life, and the life that disgusts me — your life, your view of life — is the lie.”

“I will fight for your right to be weird- just as I know you will fight for mine.”