“I don't hate it. It does no good to hate something you can't change.”

“I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me.""You'd rather wear mine?"Nash scowled.”

“I hate to questionyour dedication to the recruiting process, but it soundsmore like you ran up against a deadline and grabbedthe first sucker with the balls to call you out.”

“As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you something.” “What did you have in mind?”"A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?”“Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and assorted fruit toppings?”

“Anger is great. It's powerful, when you need something to hold you up. Something to steel your spine. But in the dark, when you're alone with the truth, anger can't survive. The only thing that can live in the dark with you is fear.”

“Nice is good, but it's not enough. I want you back for real. I want to talk to you at lunch, instead of staring at you while you eat. I want to see the smile on your face and know I put it there. I want to hear your dad's voice get all low and pissed off, like it only does when I've stayed over too late.”

“How long until you have to go...reap?" I whispered as my arms slid around his neck. Like we were dancing. Only we weren't moving, and there was no music. "Don't know. Don't care." "Won't you get in trouble if you miss something?" "See my previous answer.”