How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?

I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.

No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

Peter would probably throw a party if I stopped breathing.' 'Well,' he says, 'I would only go if there was cake.

Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.