He was stiff and stern, almost like an old man caught in a middle-aged guy’s body. Mrs. Creed did all the talking, usually. He did all the frowning. (Chapter 2)

This weird kid leaves, but the weirdness stays. It starts coming out of everybody else. I felt like Chris’s ghost was in us, trying to speak. Trying to make us feel what he felt, trying to make us understand. (Chapter 11)

Bo Richardson’s not all bad, Dad. He’s got a good streak that...runs really deep. It’s just not...wide.’ Whatever. I was tired. (Chapter 14)

I was scared that these allegedly respectable people let this thing get so bad. I guess I thought seeing a situation clearly was just part of being a grown-up. (Chapter 17)

Why do people have so much trouble seeing their onw faults but such an easy time seeing everyone else’s? (Chapter 18)

Did anyone ever tell you that... (Chapter 19)