Death is the same for the one who dies.
We're meant to be friends but you never tell me anything.
Nice day for a funeral.
I don't know anything!' Tim(Caleb) wailed. He'd never spoken a truer word in his life.
He died fighting for what he believed in.
I vividly remember being 14. That was the age when I started to get happy: I started being a writer and stopped being a loser.