“Everyone should see at least one street race before they die.”

“What does it matter?" I shrugged. "It's interesting and anything thats interesting is worth learning.”

“I don’t think of it that way. Besides, it’s only temporary. Once Dad sees that—That what? That the idiot who kidnapped you, stole you again, and made you an accomplice to a bunch of criminals, still calls you his? Something tells me that you being on the honor roll ain’t gonna change him wanting to string me up.”

“They’ve loved you your whole life and you’ve been gone for days. I’ve just loved you for the better part of a week and losing you just ‘bout drove me crazy.”

“Everyone should see at least one street race before they die.”

“If she had loved him, he would have opened windows, allowed all of that precious light of hers in she wanted! If she could tolerate him, he would have donated to every stinking animal shelter in her name, quit his drinking habits completely, and played music for her anytime she wanted! He would have gone out, faced the cruel public, and embraced their scorn just to be close to her, continued to hide in the shadows of her life until she needed him…If she had loved him, he would have done anything.”