“You ended up hurting as well. That's pretty obvious.” She leaned over and ruffled his hair. “Sucks when the spider falls for the fly.”

“I'm gonna be percy Jackson when I grow up," she told Hazel solemnly.Hazel Smiled and ruffled her hair. "That's a good thing to be, Julia.""Although," Frank said. "Frank Zhang would be good too.”

“you might as well fall on your face as lean over too far backwards”

“I pulled open my window and leaned out. “Are you daft?” I whispered loudly.He bowed extravagantly, deeply, his dark tousled hair falling over his brow. “Such poetry, my lady.”

“I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right.I guess you could say I'm flying. We both are.And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma's flying, too.We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us.Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either-with anything. It's not worth it.”

“Oh baby," he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers.The bathroom door clicks shut.She stays there for a long time.He's pulling his hair out.”