It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

Peyton, it’s hard to lose somebody. I spent a lot of time searching for reasons or answers. But you can’t find what’s not there. It just happened.

Whitey: Wait a minute. This isn’t about Lucas and Keith. This is all about you, Danny, and that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you see the son that you never claimed. You were a great player. Maybe the best I ever had. But you can score a hundred points in this game, and that feeling’s not gonna go away. It’ll be there until you acknowledge that Lucas is your son and that you made a mistake.

What difference does it make if you sleep with a popular guy, or you go to the right party, or you know the moves to some moronic cheer to do with some lame-ass game I could care less about!

Lucas: So I’m confused. You want to be anonymous and you let the world watch you on a web cam.

Peyton: The world isn’t watching me, but I guess you are.

Lucas: Okay, the point is… you want to express yourself but you don’t want people

to know it’s you.

Peyton: I guess I’m just a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside a bitch.

Lucas: Or maybe just a tortured artist.

Peyton
: Look, I don’t need you defending me and my work. I don’t need you analyzing it or interpreting me either. And in fact, I’m pretty sure I don’t need you at all.

Lucas: Pretty sure?

To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, day and night, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle, which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.

Lucas: Hey! Your art matters. It’s what got me here.

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is yours.

It’s hard to fight the things that we’re afraid of. Sometimes we just need a little help.

You know I’ve never walked away from anything before, Haley? But I can’t do it. And even worse, I don’t know why I can’t do it. You know, it’s like, no matter how confusing or screwed up life got, the game always made sense. It was mine, you know. And in a lot of ways it’s who I am. But I can’t be that person in their gym, or in their uniforms, or… in their world.


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