“I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.”

It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.

Violence doesn’t equal strength.

You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get marcie. She likes ordering people around. She’ll be a natural.

Love the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

…I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnt hurt to smell good too.

You never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.

I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo

Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.

I can’t imagine why you’re so interested.” he shook his head. “interested? We’re talking about you. I’m fascinated.

Im going to grab a cheeseburger, i told patch. Want anything? Nothing on the menu. I smiled. Why, patch, are you flirting with me?

I know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.

…”good, because i need your help.” “help is my middle name.” i was pretty sure she’d already told me bad was her middle name, but i kept my opinion to myself.

I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

Youre not going to drive me home? I asked. A waste of breath, since i knew her answer. Theres fog. Patchy fog. Vee grinned. Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that i blame you. Personally, im hoping i dream about him tonight.

Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me

If you find it complicated to answer someone’s question, do not answer it, for his container is already full and does not have room for the answer.

I do not have too much sex. I hardly have any sex, O.K.? A lot of people get the wrong perception of me.

I feel like every time I write a song, it feels like the first time I wrote a song. It’s just as hard. It doesn’t get easier, but that’s why I love it: because it’s a challenge every time.

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

It’s hard to explain but I have a need to play intensely every day, to fight every match hard. And this desire never to stop fighting is something else I learnt in the place where I grew up.

Those who fight the hardest for change are the ones who most believe its possible.

Sometimes anger is the hardened hurt we never healed from.

I want to graduate high school, so it’s very important to me, and I’ll be focusing hard on that as well.