You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?

So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around?" Jellicoe Road

He came third in the state for woodwork,” Francesca explains. “We actually had to be proud of him for a whole week. Tough times.

You go shake your foundations, Will. I think it's about time I saved myself.

Your problems are out there. But they're small. They only grow out of proportion when they climb inside your head.

Between now and when we graduate next year there are at least ten weeks' holiday and five random public holidays. There's email and if you manage to get down to the town, there's text messaging and mobile phone calls. If not, the five minutes you get to speak to me on your communal phone is better than nothing. There are the chess nerds who want to invite you to our school for the chess comp next March and there's this town in the middle, planned by Walter Burley Griffin, where we can meet up and protest against our government's refusal to sign the Kyoto treaty." -Jonah Griggs

Sometimes... sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.