“I will never be crazy," repeats the adolescent hero to herself. "I will never get killed. I have to grow up.”
“see, heroes never die. John Wayne isn't dead, Elvis isn't dead. Otherwise you don’t have a hero. You can’t kill a hero. That’s why I never let him get older.”
“I might grow old in Brisbane, but I would never grow up.”
“I like saying things that are both repetitive and repetitive. But I never repeat an I love you. I repeat: I never repeat an I love you.”
“never i will ,gets you killed”
“You want me?” I repeated, my bewilderment not abating, but growing. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”