“My voice and movements are restricted by the things I own.”

“If you try to be consistent, you tie yourself to a rock and you restrict your own movements! Don’t do this! Let all the paths are reachable without any obstacle! Free yourself from the consistency!”

“If you ever try to do anything to restrict my movements again, you’ll find out I know how to hold a grudge too,” she said between her teeth. “In fact, I have a real talent for it.”

“In the end, I wonder if the true movement of the world might not be a voice raised in song.”

“I never talked about you much." I said to Hardy. My voice sounded odd to my own ears.Hardy stared into my eyes and nodded, understanding that some things mean toomuch to be expressed easily.”

“He wore red, white, and blue, but he didn’t look patriotic—he looked like a sloppily wrapped birthday present. But it’s not his fault. I tried to wrap him as tight as I could without restricting movement.”