God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.

And when you'd finished running you'd be thousands of miles away from people who love you and your problem would still be there except you'd have nobody to help you.

I want to be sitting in front of my computer, where you can press a button to block out your junk mail. These two are my junk mail.

This is the best night of my life," Raffy says, crying. "Raffy, half our House has burnt down," I say wearily. "We don't have a kitchen." "Why do you always have to be so pessimistic?" she asks. "We can double up in our rooms and have a barbecue every night like the Cadets." Silently I vow to keep Raffy around for the rest of my life.

No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands." "Then learn to live without your hands." "No, because then we won't be able to do this," Ben says, giving him the finger [...]

Why do I feel like something's missing in my life without them and they don't feel the same about me?

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.