Someone had to be blamed. Someone had to die. (...) What you can't understand, you destroy.

“I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember i…”

“The grief hits her hard one day. the way it can't be controlled. The way that y…”

“It’s Tolstoy, by the way,” I say as I open the door.He turns around. “What?”Shu…”

“No. But it's like the argument `don't donate to third-world countries because t…”