"Can't I even have the privacy of my own soul?" p.8.

"I want so much to be someone important, or even just asked out by a boy every once in a while. Maybe the new me will be different." p10.

"Even now I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books." p11.

"I'm partly somebody else trying to fit in and say the right things and do the right thing and be in the right place and wear what everybody else is wearing. Sometimes I think we're all trying to be shadows of each other..." p16.

"Well, like oil and water, I can't quite adapt or fit. Every so often I even seem to be on the outside just looking in on my own family. How can I possibly be such a dud when I come from this...