And if one day,' she said, really crying now, 'you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn't even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.

How do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.

I think maybe everyone falls... I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

We are the choices we make.

The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say. About anything. "Need a poo, Todd." "Shutup, Manchee." "Poo. Poo, Todd." "I said shut it."