“She's the stuff that lava is made of, not rain.”
“She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, feared at tea-parties, hated in shops, and loved at crises.”
“Only one day at public school and the bitches already made your locker rain?" she laughs. "Impressive.”
“She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time”
“She was my rain. She was my unpredictable element. She was my fear. But a racer should not be afraid of rain; a racer should embrace the rain.”
“Everything is made of one hidden stuff.”