You're the father of the person who is my life.

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.

It's best not to get settled on things being a certain way, I realized. Life had a funny way if interrupting your plans.

Sometimes there were troubles but no one can be a hero without the heart being torn open.

People, when they get out of a long stretch of prison, are completely mal-adapted to society. Comfort for them is when there is a threat.

A politician must have some scruples, a certain decency; he cannot smear himself in the mud for the sake of a high ideal.

The purpose of art is the lifelong construction of a state of wonder.

God speaks to us every day only we don't know how to listen.

I think people keep baseballs in their cars, just to be prepared in case they see me. It's cool to get recognized in public; it's an incredible feeling.

Never do a thing concerning the rectitude of which you are in doubt.

Emotions are the colors of the soul.