In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn’t thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you

It's hard to overestimate the teenage appetite for high drama.

...and once again Dexter is struck by how easy conversation can be when no-one is in their right mind

If you have to keep a secret it's because you shouldn't be doing it in the first place

Do you miss her?' 'Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.

She had reached a turning point. She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about it.