“I don’t know – I suppose if you’re very unhappy at home, anywhere is better than there.”

“I hate it here. I hate the way everyone looks at you. I hate the way everyone looks.”

“She found the evenings long and empty, and the nights worse. She dreaded the weekends.”

“She imagined people picking up the newspapers she dropped through their doors, reading about a world they never visited. For the first time it occurred to her that her classmates had been right. Except it wasn’t just one ghost, but many, one in every flat. Floating through the walls, communicating only through the strange words and symbols they left in the lift.”

“She realized that was one of the things she liked about Green Oaks – nobody knew her. She wasn’t the quiet girl from class. She wasn’t the girl with no mom or dad.”

“The longer she looked down the more scared she became of the growing urge to throw herself off.”

“Lisa: It just seems a bit of a waste.Ed: Waste of what?Lisa: Waste of time… of life.Ed: That’s the point, isn’t it? To waste time until you die. You have to waste the time.”