“This is where the privileged send their screwed-up progeny; no gluing macaroni to construction paper for us." He paused meaningfully. "They only let us CREATE with RICCIOLINI here.""I don't even know what that is.""It's very fancy, I assure you”

“But, Luce, I need you to promise me something," he said, his face wrinkling. "If I ever mess things up again, whether it's a misunderstanding, or shit luck, or I just do what I was created to do and screw everything up," he paused, exhaling, "I want you to promise me you'll leave. Drop me like a bad habit and don't look back because god knows, it can't be me that walks away since I'm incapable of it.”

“It's not fair. It's not fair that he lets his rage take over, that he lets it rule him. I don't know why he has to let it rule him. I don't know why he has to be two people. I don't know why he gets to be two people, and I only get to be me, the one who is here to take what he has to give, and who is here to pick pu the pieces afterward.”

“Have you felt, as I have, the impression to help someone only to find that what you were inspired to give was exactly what someone needed at that very moment?That is a wonderful assurance that God knows all of our needs and counts on us to fill the needs of others around us.”

“We are here for a finite amount of time...it's up to each of us to make that time meaningful and special.”

“You love the Pope, don't you, Paddy?" Tom is staring at me."Why, I do not know," I say, surprised into honesty. "I hardly know about him. Only he did not send help to us when we were hungry at home. Perhaps he did not know.”