I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren’t they?” his mother went on. “We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they’re the very thing that saves us.

... a good idea always attracts other good ideas.

No," I say firmly. "If you ever doubt anything here, if you ever not know what to think or who to trust, you trust Todd, okay? You remember that.

I will not allow anyone to take anything off my palette but if I do then within that, I can be creative.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.