In every war, there is an enemy. I watched my mother being hlaf-beaten — Freedom Writers

"[after Marcus calls her "his hero"] Oh no. No, no, young man, no, I am not a hero. No, I did what I had to do because... it was the right thing to do. That is all. Now we are all ordinary people, but even an ordinary secretary or a housewife or a teenager can, within their own small ways, turn on a small light in a dark room, ja? I have read your letters, and your teacher has been telling me many things about your experiences. You are the heroes. You are heroes every day. Your faces are engraved in my heart."

"So when youre dead, youll get respect, that what you think? [murmurs of "yeah" from the class] You know whats gonna happen when you die? Youre gonna rot in the ground, and people are going to go on living, and theyre going to forget all about you. And when you rot, do you think its gonna matter whether you were an "original gangster"? Youre dead. And nobody, nobody is gonna want to remember you, because all you left in the world is this. [holds up Titos drawing]"

"Nobody cares what I do. Why should I bother coming to school?"

"[repeated line] All right, guys and gals, listen up!"

"Miss Gruwell, he just took my damn bag!"

"Your bags are packed and you think the wine will give me a headache?"