Character: Clay Jensen (Dennis Jensen)

- But everyone is silent! Therefore, toilets are repainted, memorials are organized, this is our school! Everyone here is so kind, until they lead to suicide! But sooner or later the prada will come up! Everyone will know.

- Have you found your drink?
- Yes, it's Sexter with ice.
Sexter ice?
Yes.
- What is it?
All what he will get... with ice.

- You will be able to forgive me?
- I have to forgive you.

- Are you anxious when you're with others or when you're alone?
- The same way.

To return to school after suspension for 2 weeks was how to come back from the war.

Anxiety is shit. Sorry. Just all the trouble and waiting, like to happen.

Love made me evil appendnum paranoid. Love has made me a monster. And more than once.

Shit always happens. It remains only to react.

I'm tired since ninth grade.

I think you keep secrets. And from all, from me. But the worst thing is that from yourself.

For you most important?
My friends. In my life there were a lot of mistakes, bad choices, and I didn't always think through actions before, but if a friend needed my help and he's in danger or something, if I know that something can help him, I'll help. I honestly, honestly trying to do the right thing. True. Even when it is not clear which is correct. Because I don't want to live guided by other people's ideas about what is right or what is true or what is good. I want to understand it all myself. Even if you make mistakes in the process. And I'm sure on one hundred percent that worry about friends - it's definitely not a mistake. It's not a mistake to be human and to love someone.

What the hell? How, I wonder, are you all thinking? You think so you need to make the school safer? You know how I be safer? If the school will not be metal detectors, or cameras, or armed guards! You all are killing us! Do you not understand? Arrange exercises with real fire and swotting in the door to prepare us for what?! So we know what the victim?! Teach us to prepare for death, and forced to fear for their lives?! We know what it is. You scare us to death! Every day, every day! We are children! We are children, we should be happy fucking life, and not learning how to cheat death, because you know what? Because all people die! So, please, let us live!

Helplessness is the worse feeling of all.

- In short, I screwed up.
- Yeah, you're right. But what if you say?