‘Speak for yourself, man,’ Charlie said. ‘This part of town don’t make nobody a hood. (Chapter 1)

Mark was my best buddy and I loved him like a brother. (Chapter 1)

Mark couldn’t see anything wrong with stealing stuff. I could. (Chapter 2)

So that was how we lived, stealing stuff and selling stuff, trying to save money and eat at the same time. (Chapter 2)

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love best in the world. (Chapter 3)

I used to be able to get all uptight about a fight, look forward to it. Nowadays it was getting a little boring. (Chapter 4)

He would stare at me for long periods of time when he thought I wasn’t watching, like he was trying to find the old Bryon in this stranger, like he was trying to figure out who I was. (Chapter 5)

That was strange too: in the past I... (Chapter 6)