“It was your fault I fell," I accused."Hardly! I was twenty feet away.""Well, you're really hard to miss.”

“Logically, I understand that it wasn't Edward's fault my family fell apart after he left. But when you're eleven years old, you don't give a flip about logic. You just really miss holding your big brother's hand.”

“I know it's a really hard concept to process, but the fact that Govt accuses someone of being a Terrorist doesn't mean they are.”

“Somehow, while I wasn't looking, I fell. And I fell hard.”

“Suddenly I had this feeling, this absolute certainty, that I was never going to be able to let him go. It was as simple and as hard as that. I had clung to him like a barnacle all these years, and now I couldn’t cut away. It was my own fault, really. I couldn’t let go of Conrad.”

“You've been really hard on my clothes lately", I said. I pushed him away just enough to slip out of my T-shirt and drop it on the floor before he turned it into a stretched-out rag."I've been really hard...and your clothes are in my way.”