“People?" As though she'd never heard of such a thing. "They're like dolls. Plastic and shiny and fake.”

“You're like a doll I had when I was a kid. She was all stiched together and her head kept falling off, but I loved that doll. That's what you look like. Like somebody just loved you to death.”

“I kissed him, and even though it hurt my mouth, I didn't mind; Wyatt's kisses were worth suffering over.”

“But what was the point of love if it didn't keep people from leaving you?”

“It disturbed me that he saw things in such black-and-white tones. I sure didn't. For me, the world was a confusion of color.”

“The red color infesting Wyatt's lure spread like licks of flame until the entire stretch of rattling glass was full of bloody-colored pinwheels throbbing like sick, misshapen hearts.”

“The worst thing you can do is rest all your hopes on a wish. A granted wish doesn't equal a perfect life.”