The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

(The raindrops) played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow.

Learn everything you can - everything. And then use all that you have learned to grow up too be a wise and good man.

Vengeance is sweet. Vengeance taken when the vengee isn't sure who the venger is, is sweeter still.

You know, when someone has been crying, something gets left in the air. It's not something you can see or smell, or feel. Or draw. But it's there.

You know how that feels?

It means, Doug Swieteck, that in this class, you are not your brother.