"Son, when your mouth's open, you're not learning anything" (March 5, p. 22).

"What signals do I make? None at all, unless everything I've done in the last eleven months has been a signal. But there's so much glass. Very thick - but no matter how thick it is, it's still transparent" (March 15, p. 33).

"When she came out she was laughing and joking with everyone and I guess only I could see what an act it was. That is her mask, I guess, Just as mine is silence" (March 22, p. 40).

"I can't describe the feeling when I go down - it's down down down and there's never going to be an up again. And whatever was good isn't good anymore; white becomes grey, music becomes dictionaries, honey becomes beer and the sky a curdled lemon. There's no caramel anymore" (April 17, p. 50).

"It didn't occur to me that there might be...