He knows bad days. Bad days take him completely by surprise. They make him not trust the good days because it's likely something is lurking twenty-four hours away.

She misses him more now than when he was away

They separate us into groups. The Ringleaders and the Others. I belong to the Ringleaders because my weak, pathetic, traitorous, fundamentally base peers point to me when someone asks them who is in charge.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.

I didn't realize until those few days how much a hug meant. To have someone hold you could be the greatest medicine of all.

Mama says that satisfaction isn't what I should search for. Respect is. Respect? I detest that word. Probably because in this world you have to respect the wrong people for the wrong reasons.