Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.

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

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

It's like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

True ideas seem to suffer from repetition, while stupid ones tend to flourish.

You have done well so far, my magnificent creature. Soon you will be with me.

Everything depends on upbringing.

One of the single most important things a writer must do, besides writing, is reading ...... and drinking coffee.

Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality.

Death alone will put a stop to my effort!

And it's one more beer and I don't hear you any more.

Class is material consumed.

We need to move from the leader as hero, to the leader as host.

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.