" You do know Chris is thoroughly fucked-up, don’t you?” My reply is instant, defensive. Protective. “Aren’t we all?” “Not like Chris.” I don’t ask how he knows. It could be the club. Maybe a friendship that once was and is now lost. It doesn’t matter. “It’s his imperfections that make him perfect,” I reply, and there is conviction in my voice. "

― Lisa Renee Jones , Being Me (Inside Out, #2)