I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?

— Jess C. Scott

If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead.

— Jess C. Scott

I knew what it felt like to have no say in who you were as a sexual being. It didn’t just strip away your dignity. It stripped away everything you were: your identity, your self-respect, your pleasure. Because it was all about the pleasure of the other person take, take, taking whatever they wanted from you, even if it was uncomfortable, or caused you pain. Even if you died from it, the other person still wouldn’t care, because it was all about them.

— Jess C. Scott

I learned that it's okay to feel the way I do: that my life has no meaning unless I have a boyfriend. A real man is like the perfect vampire-boy and all the perfect guys in True UV.

— Jess C. Scott

I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do — to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader social acceptance of what someone, or a group of people, might actually be like.

— Jess C. Scott

It reached a point where the paranoia was getting to me. Everywhere I looked, it seemed like people were hanging out, wanting to date, hooking up, wanting to hook up—it was relationships, relationships, relationships everywhere. Guys checking out girls, girls checking out guys. Dudes checking out dudes, chicks checking out chicks. Fuck! That’s what being a teenager was all about.

— Jess C. Scott

It's weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their 'other half.

— Jess C. Scott

It was a soulless gaze, burning with a wild hatred that shouldn’t be there in anyone who could call themselves a parent.

— Jess C. Scott

I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and “transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?

— Jess C. Scott

Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.

— Jess C. Scott