I grew to resent the way my father treated his furniture like children, and his children like furniture. - Alison Bechdel

Ginger: Oh, jeez. Well, uh... maybe you should talk to someone.
Cynthia: I thought I was.

Don't you kids get any ideas about dragging a trailer into the backyard. after you graduate from high school, i don't want to see you again.

At the danger of waxing nostalgic about the ‘old days,’ I don’t want to be like everyone else. I want acceptance, but I want acceptance of my difference, not my sameness. It’s a funny contract. The cultural machine wants to chew everyone up and turn them into this uniform little substance.