- Angela: The worst feeling is suddenly realizing that you don't measure up. And that in the past when you thought you did, you were a fool.
- [last lines]
- Angela: Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth. That when you really looked closely, people are so strange, and so complicated, that they're actually... beautiful. Possibly even me.
- Angela: [narration] It had become the focus of everything. It was all I could feel, all I could think about. It blotted out the rest of my face, the rest of my life. Like the zit had become... the truth about me.
- Angela: [to her mom] You expect me to be beautiful. Because you're beautiful. Well I'm sorry, I'm not. I'm just not.