Angela Chase: Things were getting to me. Just how people are. How they always expect you to be a certain way. Even your best friend.
Angela Chase: Like with boys, how they have it so easy. How you have to pretend that you don’t notice them… noticing you.
Angela Chase: I’m in love. His name is Jordan Catalano. He was let back, twice. Once I almost touched his shoulder in the middle of a pop quiz. He’s always closing his eyes like it hurts to look at things.
Angela Chase: My parents keep asking how school was. It’s like saying, “How was that drive-by shooting?” You don’t care how it was, you’re lucky to get out alive.
Angela: I bet people can actually die of embarrassment. I bet it’s been medically proven.
Angela: It had become the focus of everything. It was all I could feel, all I could think about. It blotted out the rest of my face, the rest of my life. Like the zit had become… the truth about me.
Angela: Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart.
Angela: Love is when you look into someone’s eyes, and suddenly, you go all the way inside, to their soul… and you both know, instantly. I always imagined I would fall in love, nursing a blind soldier. Who was wounded in battle. Or maybe while rescuing someone in the middle of a blizzard, seconds before the avalanche hits. I thought, at least, by the age of fifteen, I would have a love life. But, I don’t even have a “like” life.
Danielle: Do we have to keep talking about religion? It’s Christmas!
Angela: When I was little I, like, worshipped Halloween. And truthfully, part of me still does. ‘Cause it’s your one chance all year to be someone else.
Angela: My dad thinks every person in the world is having more fun than him. Which could be true.
Angela: I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The, like, fact that — that people — had sex. That they just had it, like sex was this thing people — had, like a rash. Or a — a rottweiler. Everything started to seem like, pornographic or something. Like, Mrs. Krysanowski has sex. So does Mr. Katimsky. They both have sex. They could — have sex together. Like right now. I am, like, the sickest person.
Angela: Lately, I can’t even look at my mother without wanting to stab her repeatedly.
Brian: Finally! An erection from actual, physical contact!
Patty: God, Chelsea Clinton. Will you look at this? No freedom, no privacy, constant surveillance, Secret Service men… That’s what we need.
Angela: If only there were a button somewhere that I could push to force me to stop talking.
Rayanne: You wanna have sex with him.
Rayanne: Who. Jordan. Catalano. Come on, I’m not gonna tell anyone, just admit it.
Angela: I just like how he’s always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both.
Angela: Sometimes it seems like we’re all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It’s good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they’re actually… beautiful. Possibly even me.
Angela: It just seems like, you agree to have a certain personality or something. For no reason. Just to make things easier for everyone. But when you think about it, I mean, how do you know it’s even you? And, I mean, this whole thing with yearbook – it’s like, everybody’s in this big hurry to make this book, to supposedly remember what happened. Because if you made a book of what really happened, it’d be a really upsetting book.
Angela: This life has been a test. If this had been an actual life, you would have received instructions on where to go and what to do.
Angela: These guys started hitting on us.
Brian: What? Like sexual harrassment?
Angela: Like guys.
Angela: The worst feeling is suddenly realizing that you don’t measure up. And that, in the past, when you thought you did, you were a fool.
Angela: There’s the people who you’ve known forever who, like, know you in this way that other people can’t, because they’ve seen you change…they’ve let you change.
Angela Chase: Sometimes I think if my mother wasn’t so good at pretending to be happy she might be better at actually being happy.
Angela Chase: Walking into someone else’s house for the first time is like entering another country. Not that I’ve ever been to another country.