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.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

In a kinder world," he whispered, "one I promise you I've seen, men and women flirt and dance and love with only the fear of what it would mean without the other in their lives.

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

What's with what you're wearing?" Griggs asks while we stand outside waiting for the others. "It's pretty hideous, isn't it?" I say. "Don't force me to look at it," he says. "It's see-through." That kills conversation for a couple of seconds.

Some of us weren't born for rewards, Froi. We were born for sacrifices.

If I want more, I need to go and get it, demand it, take hold of it with all my might, and do the best I can with it.