What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani, " Thomas replies.

You’re sure you didn’t leave? Didn’t try to explore Thunder Bay again, maybe go down to the park and, I don’t know, dismember some poor jogger?

The rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving both me and my mom steadily toward peeing our pants.

You make me want things that I can't have.

It's shitty I guess. They're my friends. But... everything I want to talk about I can't say to them. It feels so separate, like I've touched something that's taken the color out of me.

I hate telling people this. I never know exactly how my voice is going to sound saying it, and I hate the stricken looks they get on their faces when they don't know what to say back.

The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.

I can't believe that she's questioning the existence of magic when she's standing before me dead and talking.

Using for a noble purpose is still using.

I had a million different dreams but none of them was stronger than the rest. In the end they probably would have paralyzed me.

We've got our heads pulled low inside of our hooded sweatshirts and our eyes are shifty. We look exactly like you'd expect someone to look if they were minutes away from committing a major crime.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

You can have, what wish for.

All right, then, I'll go to hell.

You don't have to be fast. But you'd better be fearless.

If you blend in, you don't stand out.

You will find that hate can unify people more quickly and more fervently than devotion ever could.

A son is a son 'til he gets a wife, but a daughter is a daughter all her life.

In my twenties, my dad was paying half my rent and my ex boyfriend was paying the other half. I wasn't in a good place!

Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful soup!

I believe when a negro church is bombed, that a white church should be bombed.