“How far can you go down the wrong path before you can't get back on the right one?”

“I won’t offer you a tired admonition to avoid my path. I won’t advise you to stay on the straight and narrow. I won’t suggest that you make good choices. I won’t even tell you to do the right thing. You can get that kind of advice from teachers and parents and TV evangelists, and if you are like me, you wouldn’t listen anyway. I just make one suggestion.Know what path you’re on.”

“Did you know that seventy-five to eighty percent of juvenile offenders can’t read at grade level?”“Really?” This was news to me.“Your world becomes a much smaller place if you can’t read. You have far fewer options. It’s not the only factor, but it’s a big one. If they want to know how big to build a prison,all they have to do is look at the illiteracy statistics.”“They knew I was coming.”“You or someone like you.”“You knew it too, all those years ago, back in Quincy. That’s why you tried to help me. Because you knew I was coming here.”“Here or someplace like here.”

“Don't be afraid to say how you feel, Dylan. Holding things inside is what gets people in trouble.”

“The mind can only remember what it's willing to remember - because if you are guilty, then the truth is not the thing that sets you free. It's the thing that gets you locked away.”

“I washolding herand she washolding me.Couldn’t seewe both weregoing down.When holding onis the only thingyou’ve got,how can you knowthis is how lovers drown?”

“Dylan -People luk at me and wok akros the streetSo tired of the suspishus eyesOn all the faces that i meetAnd tell me, if i tryTo be a diferent guy,Will you be the girlTo rearrange my wirld?You take me up,You take me down,Take me to the sky,Take me to the ground,I'd go anywhereIf you would only take me there.”