Don't let me outlive this woman. Don't let me exist one moment without her.

I wasn't there that day to get on the three forty-seven to Yass", he says. "I was there to throw myself in front of it.

I look at him. "It's odious," he says. "Detention?" I ask, confused. "Huh?" We have no idea what the other is talking about. "What's odious?" I ask. "O.D.S," he says, pointing to his discman and obviously referring to some dropkick band. Like I really care.

City people. They may know how to street fight but they don't know how to wade through manure.

I'll run one day. Run for my life. To be free and think for myself...I'll run to be emancipated.

She was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she was alive I'd probably be a better person.

But you're almost eighteen. You're old enough. Everyone else is doing it. And next year someone is going to say to someone else 'but you're only sixteen, everyone else is doing it' Or one day someone will tell your daughter that she's only thirteen and everyone else is doing it. I don't want to do it because everyone else is doing it.