Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

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.

You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there's always more than this. There's always something you don't know.

Because I'm not blind to how Harry works, you know," she said. "A bully with a charisma and top marks is still a bully." She sighed, annoyed. "He'll probably end up Prime Minister one day. God help us all.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.