“Well, I'm just a girl, sitting in front of a rock star, wondering why I bothered.”

“You can't just dream it, be it.”

“I only got to see three songs, Mac""That does not entitle you to take home the lead singer, Jody""I know""Most people settle for a T-shirt or a poster. Not Jody. Jody wants actual band members”

“There's no point breaking your crayons over this, okay?”

“I'm no longer a daughter.No longer a granddaughter.No longer a girl with dreams. With hope.I'm a weapon, now.”

“He pulls me to a stop in front of a stall selling steaming hot stew of beef an onions. "Two please.""It's too expensive," I whisper to him, even though I know he won't listen.he treats me one of his wide, gentle smiles, his dark eyes shining. "Who else am I going to spend my money on? I already know you won't let me buy you and of the pretty, frilly things girls your age like to have, and I'm not about to purchase another weapon to add to your collection.""Because I don't like pretty, frilly things. And there's nothing wrong with having a nice collection of weapons.”

“Funny, when i was a little boy I wanted to be good. But I could never seem to manage it somehow. And if you're not good, the good people will throw you to the wolves. So you might as well just be bad”