First, I like how the ice cream won out. Second, we’re not having sex.

How can he not have any friends? He's so cute.

People take advantage of good people. That's what I mean. So don't be a sucker.

Brooke, why don't we talk about you instead? You seem much more interesting." I started feeling frustrated. "I'm sure that's not true. Why are you so mysterious?

I'm not looking for things to be even between us, Brooke," Ryan said after a moment. "I'm looking for them to be right.

Our goodness, our badness all develop from social experience, the company we keep, the things we're taught when we're young. We start with a clean slate. It's everyone else who fucks us up.

Ryan, when did you get a girlfriend?" his sister asked. "She's not my girlfriend, Kaylen," Ryan replied. "Go away.

Everyone’s pain is different,” Reece went on. “I don’t like when people compare. I don’t like when people marginalize their feelings because they think they’re not allowed to have them. Someone will always have a tougher go than you. Does that mean you’re not allowed to feel hurt? To be sad?

That’s the great thing about hope—no matter your past, no matter your mistakes, hope is the constant force in your heart driving you forward. You fall down. You cry about it for a little while. And then you stand up again. You push forward. You never give up because you believe something good will come. I’m lonely now, but something good will come.Hope is my one healthy compulsion.