"You like them,"I realized.Noah's eyebrows lifted in question."Like as people.""As opposed to...furniture?""They're my PARENTS.""That is my understanding, yes."
"I want YOU to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don't be careful with me,"he said. "Because I won't be careful with you."
"I wish we could make out in your bed."Noah sighed. "As do I, but I'm afraid we have ritual burning to conduct.""It's always something.""Isn't it though?"
"Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better."
"There is no truth,"Stephanie said mysterously. "Only perspectives."
"It doesn’t matter what we are. It matters what we do."