What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

Do something that scares you everyday.

I watch Raffy as she removes the pickles from her hamburger and hands them over to Santangelo without them exchanging a word and I realize again there is more to that relationship than spelling bees and being enemies. These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking.

Someone had to be blamed. Someone had to die. (...) What you can't understand, you destroy.

Teresa, Teresa. Have we taught you nothing?" Raffy says in an irritated voice. "It's war. You go in and you hunt him down until he realises that he's made a mistake.

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

You shy, Francesca?” Javier asks me later on. I shake my head. “Not really.” I’m just sad, I want to say. And I’m lonely.