I'd run you know. It's like when you're really busy doing something and you don't have time to think about things. Well, I'd run and run and run so I couldn't think.

We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot."
"Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.

There's nothing to took forward to any more if you don't have dreams," he said. "Because dreams are goals and John might have run out of goals. So he died.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, would you like pizza?"
"I don't think you deserve my company but I feel sorry for you so I'll say yes."
"God help me," he said, half under his breath.

Sometimes I feel like a junkie. One minute something happens in my life and I'm flying. Next minute I take a nose-dive and just as I'm about to hit the ground with full force something else will have me flying again.