Carson Phillips: 'Life comes at you fast, it hits you and tries to escape and be expressed in any way possible. In a way, it's a lot like... lightning
Carson Phillips: 2, 4, 6, 8. Heard you like to fornicate.
Claire Mathews: No one is going to believe you.
Malerie Baggs: They will believe... Because we'll spread that shit like Nutella.
Sheryl Phillips: You were on ADD medication as a kid.
Carson Phillips: I thought I was just really calm and mature for my age.
Sheryl Phillips: No, you were drugged. I hid it on your food.
Carson Phillips: I wrote you a story, Grandma.
Grandma: Let me see. Once upon a time there was a boy. Why! It could use a little development, but it's a great beginning.
Carson Phillips: 'Shakespeare once wrote Life is but a dream. And that's how I live my life. From one dream to the next, hating every update of reality.
Grandma: He used to be such a happy boy, he used to write me stories. I remember the first story he ever wrote me. Once upon a time there was a boy. And that became: Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to fly and it just got better and better over time. I never did find out whether the boy got to fly.
Carson Phillips: At what grade do we stop believing in ourselves? At what grade do we stop believing, period? I mean, someone has to be a Nobel Peace Prize winner, someone has to be ballerina. Why not us? I can't be the only one who gets that.
Carson Phillips: ''I always thought death would be different. I expected a great wave of realization to sweep over me. Suddenly the meaning of life would be answered with every other question I ever had. But there was nothing to realize. I was dead.
Carson Phillips: You've seen my end, but where do I begin?''