I'm scared to die," I whispered as Michael walked in. "He was scared to live," he said kissing my forehead.

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.

Conversation often becomes mere verbal performance and oral horseplay rather than fair-minded communication. (“Juicy rumours “)

A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword

Went to get coffee today-opened my change purse. Sea shells fell out. Barista goes "Sorry, we only take cash or credit." So there's that.

If you are bitter, that means they got the best of you. If they got the best of you, that means they won.

You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you." So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?

I would have every zealous man examine his heart thoroughly, and I believe he will often find that what be calls a zeal for his religion is either pride, interest, or ill-repute.

I'm a huge sucker for comfort.

In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

It's uncomfortable to challenge the status quo.

The music has to be affordable. It's the common man that keeps it going, and if you price it out of his realm, it becomes a thing of the elite.