I'm sick and tired of you people living interstate and overseas from people you want to be with. You're ruining my life! All of you!

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.

We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law.

In Elizabethan England or classical Athens... theater was at the center of, not culture, but society and politics and religion and civic engagement. Those things have a different audience.

What you're doing now, or have done in the past, need not determine what you can do next and in the future.

We lose the fear of making decisions, great and small; as we realize that should our choice prove wrong we can, if we will, learn from the experience.

The bigger the risks, the better off you are. Otherwise you're just boring.

You can have control. You can have growth. But, you can't have both.

Conversation in real life is full of half-finished sentences and overlapping talk. Why shouldn't painting be too?

Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.

Character is a mark cut upon something, and this indelible mark determines the only true value of all people and all their work.

It's the Night of the Living Dead. It's scary out here.