I do not believe that the desires of young boys cause catastrophic events. The actions of humans do.

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.

His father's made us paint half this town and if we stick around any longer he'll make us paint the rest of it." -Jonah Griggs

Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they're some kind of garbage, don't you know? Wonder dies.

For a moment I can't help thinking how decent he is - that there's some hope for him beyond the obnoxious image he displays. Maybe deep down he is a sensitive guy, who sees us as real people with real issues. I want to say something nice. Some kind of thanks. I stand there, rehearsing it in my mind. "Oh my God," he says, "did you see that girl's tits?" Maybe not today.

We approach the house and I wave at Jimmy. "And if he thinks he's eating with us, he's got another thing coming," my dad says. Jimmy approaches us and takes the shopping bags from me, looking inside them. "Lamb roast. Am I invited?

Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.