She misses him more now than when he was away

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

Causing a riot is what I do best.

Someone had to be blamed. Someone had to die. (...) What you can't understand, you destroy.

I’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going.

And then their voices stopped and their souls stood still and they ceased being who they had been. Because who they were had always been determined by him.

Left alone with the dial tone...excuse me, operator, why is no one listening?