...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.