“A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?""Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.”
“If you really care about Charlotte, don't be afraid to tell her. Believe me, it will hurt her a lot more not hearing the words than it will hurt you to say them.”
“DO you think it hurts to die?" Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.”
“Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.”
“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”“Yes it is.””Am I allowed to call you names?”It was very very hard not to laugh. Impertinent little brat.”
“Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?”