Coffee?" Santangelo calls down to us. We both look up. He,Ben, and Raffy are hanging over the side. "Is it espresso?" Anson Choi asks behind us. "Freshly percolated," Ben answers. "You should see the gadgets they have up here." Anson Choi aims a begging look at Griggs. "You want to sell out over a coffee?" Griggs asks him with disgust. "They've got muffins as well," I tell them. "Double chocolate chip. His mum made them." Griggs gets up and holds out a hand to me. "Truce.

I'm sick and tired of you people living interstate and overseas from people you want to be with. You're ruining my life! All of you!

Is a person worth more because they have someone to grieve for them?

he knew that a part of his life was complete and that whatever path he chose, he would experience the ache of unfulfilled dreams.

And being that happy makes me feel guilty. Because I shouldn't be. Not while my mum is feeling the way she is. How I can dare to be happy is beyond me, and I hate my guts for it.

You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.