“Now's not really the time for jokes," I growled.He looked offended."There's always time for sarcasm.”

“Time's never up", she whispered, not looking at me, but at my canvas. "Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing. Of course there is.”

“And there's always a better time than right now and there always will be. But right now is what we've got.”

“Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing.”

“Then, without really realizing it, I start to think of one thing I did wrong for each tree I look at. Wide oak- I didn't tell anyone when Ingrid cut herself. Baby oak- the time I told her I was getting sick of hearing about Jayson's arms and his blue shirt... Then I look out to where there's this huge group of trees in the distance, and I count those for all the times I called her some name, or told her she was being stupid- because even though I was always joking, it might have hurt.”

“There's this new guy who is really great who I've thoroughly offended.""Teenage boys don't listen enough to be offended.”