“You don't have much faith in people, do you?” said David. “I don't have much faith in anything,” Roland replied. “Not even in myself.”

Luck ran out, but smart was for life.

My feelings for Raphael are mine, and mine alone. I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know. The rest is no business of any man's.

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

Here is a truth, a truth by which to live: there is hope. There is always hope. If we choose to abandon it, our souls will turn to ash and blow away.

This world is full of broken things: broken hearts, broken promises, broken people.

Why is there always one bloke in these boy bands who looks like he came to fix the boiler and somehow got bullied into joining the group?