The Bagshaws? They didn't know she was a nun!

to know a piece of grass, you’ve got to see the ground that grew it. Maybe that’s why I remember every detail of that night, every inch of ground we covered, as I followed Zach to the place that had made him, seeing them both with fresh eyes.

If you don't want to be a victim, don't act like one.

Acting like you don’t care is a whole lot easier when you don’t care

But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.

Zach walked away, but I stood there for a long time, wondering if I should go to my mother; if I should go to my friends; but instead I slipped into the corridors I hadn't used in months, pushed my way through cobwebs and darkness, trying to walk away from the tears that burned hot down my cheeks, because maybe I didn't want to admit weakness; maybe I wanted to wallow in my solitude and grief. Or maybe crying is like everything else we do—it's best if you don't get caught.

Mr. Solomon was right the worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.