“I won't push you for it anymore, okay. We'll stick to clever conversation.A bit of this and that won't hurt.Yeah, it won't hurt you. It'll drive me bloody crazy.”

“I stand up, sure of one thing and one thing only. That my father will come and get me. He won't give me a lecture, he won't try to teach me a lesson. He won't ask a thousand questions or ask me to apologize. He'll just come and get me. "Just tell me where you are.”

“Do you think I don't want him to be gone more than you do? I do. Because I need to know that I can still breathe properly when he's not around. If something happens to him, I have to know that I won't fall apart...”

“So apart from writing letters home to your fantasy girlfriends,"Ben says, walking backwards, "what do you guys do out here without television and phones?""Men's business. Bit confidential," Griggs says patronisingly."Wow, wish I were you," Ben says, shaking his head with mock regret. "All I'll be doing tonight is hanging out in Taylor's bedroom, lying on her bed, sharing my earphones with her, hoping she won't hog all the room because it's such a tiny space.”

“No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands.""Then learn to live without your hands.""No, because then we won't be able to do this," Ben says, giving him the finger [...]”

“If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless," I tell him.He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly."Not driving any more.”

“He took her face in his bloody hands. "I’ll come and find you wherever you are. I’ll not stop breathing until I do. So you’re going to have to promise me that you won’t lose hope. That you will keep yourself alive.”