It was very sad to see my father cry, but I understood it, because sometimes a man has to cry. Even if he is a man. (Chapter 2)

I wanted to run away to hide, to run and never come back, never see anyone again. But I knew that if I did I would shame my family name, that my mother’s dream would crumble. I knew I had to grow up and be a man, but oh it was so very hard. (Chapter 5)

It was very strange to see the women in black hurrying out of the house and into the howling storm. It was like seeing death leave a body. (Chapter 10)

Good is always stronger than evil. Always remember that, Antonio. The smallest bit of good can stand against all the power of evil in the world and it will emerge triumphant. (Chapter 10)

People, grownups and kids, seem to want to hurt each... (Chapter 11)