“I smile as I leave them, wondering what building my dad would try to save with his writing.Probably a baseball stadium. Or a Burger King.”

“Yankee Stadium, it’s like everything else in this country. In Europe, they save all their old buildings for history. Here, we just tear them all down.”

“I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.”

“But his letters . . . I took them with me, let the "ounces" cry aloud. I tried to leave, and could not. They would not be left; it was not my fault. I will not be scolded.”

“I tried to smile but feared I would cry. 'I always wondered what it was like to be shot.''Now you've lived to tell the tale.”

“Lion emits a low whistle as he spots Bo entering his fifth-period Journalism class. 'What happened to your face?'Bo touches it tenderly and smiles. 'Nothing....."'This wasn't your Dad.'Bo smiles again. 'No. My dad leaves bruises on the inside.”