I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

He was waving. "Saukerl," she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.