I’ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.

When you stand out there," John continues in a hoarse voice, "keep your chin up, all right? Don't let them get to you." "I won't." "Make them work for it. Punch someone if you have to." John gives me a sad, crooked smile. "You're a scary kid. So scare them. Okay? All the way until the end." For the first time in a long time, I feel like a little brother. I have to swallow hard to keep my eyes dry. "Okay," I whisper.

Idiotic reply, June. Why don't you punch him in the face while you're at it. I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic

My mother used to hope that I would rise up from my humble roots. Become someone sucessful, or even famous. I'm famous all right, but I don't think it's what she had in mind.

I feel so out of place here. No matter how much money the Republic throws at me, I will forever be the boy from the streets.

Everything I am familiar with is gone.

If you want to rebel, rebel from inside the system.That's much more powerful than rebelling outside the system.