“The whole world is covered in buttons, and not one of them is mine!”

“She pushed the car. But I was so distracted that i forgot to push the button on the timer, so we had to do the whole thing again. Which Lindsey found hilarious. "Ok" she said. "Are you ready NOW, or do we have to send you back to Button Pushing one-oh-one?" "Um, what's Button Pushing One-oh-one?" I was wearing a button down shirt that day. Lindsey reached out and poked one of the buttons into my chest. "There, that's how you push a button. Any questions?”

“I'm going to cover the whole world like it was a neighborhood, and in airplanes and raing cars, not on foot!”

“If I could find one, I would cover the bark with her name the way I used to cover her hand with mine on the Hill.”

“Do you want the whole school to think I’m one of your sluts?” My sluts? They weren’t mine. Hence them being sluts.”

“We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.”