I stand up, sure of one thing and one thing only. That my father will come and get me. He won't give me a lecture, he won't try to teach me a lesson. He won't ask a thousand questions or ask me to apologize. He'll just come and get me. "Just tell me where you are.

Everything's going to be fine. She'll be back at work soon. Let's just keep the house clean." Oh yeah, I want to say, because a clean house will result in peace in the Middle East as well.

I wish everyone would stop crying, Tom. Uncle Joe would be so angry about it." But she's crying herself now. "He'd be so angry at us, Tom, for crying so much when all he did was laugh.

A blind man can see what she feels for you and you for her. Your souls are not merely entwined; they are fused.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

I recognise Santangelo's dad, who saves police brutality for when he gets to his son.

Silence is not just about secrecy, Your Majesty. It is grief and it is shame.