“Don't bruise the Foo!”
“I pity the foo who kills all the Jews.”
“Listen,' Clover said. 'Don't worry about not being able to come back, I've lived both places, and trust me, you won't be getting the short end of the stick if you end up in Foo. I mean, candy alone...”
“Closing up. Finally spent.You are gone.And now you're moving along.Heavy now. Tears remain.Hard pressed to rest.When all I feel like is a mess.Now, don't you worry your head.You're not my one and only friend.And I don't need you anymore.To leave me bruised and broken on the floor.You left me bruised. You left me broken.You left me bruised. You left me broken.”
“Don't worry, Evie; my heart isn't broken, only bruised."-Sarah to Evie Johnson, p.345”
“Hurt is a bruise on the outside. Harm is a bruise on the inside.”