"That was why he couldn't say he was sorry. It's impossible to say you're sorry, and mean it, when you're angry. He didn't deserve all that had happened to him." —Chapter 1, pages 10-11

"Your name is on the cigarettes. Everybody knew what that meant. One of the guards was offering two or three kids—seventeen-year-olds, probably—a pack of cigarettes each to beat him within an inch of his life." —Chapter 3, page 17

"It made him feel both happy and sad to be out of reach, out of everybody's reach." —Chapter 5, page 28

"Dead ends every direction he turned." —Chapter 7, page 39

"The cliff walls looked like a cross section of a ten-layer cake. Underneath the thick white frosting at the top came alternating layers of pink, buff, and raspberry. The thick swath of red halfway down was the most eye-catching of all." —Chapter...