“Are you sure this is a good idea?’ I ask.‘No,’ says Amber. ‘Let’s do it.”

“I haven't been so sure of anything since the time Mum asked me if I absolutely, definitely, certainly thought it was a good idea to practise doing cartwheels inside the house.”

“Let’s escape outside,” Isabelle suggested. “Do you have any other talents?”“I bake and garden.”“Do you sew, too?”Amber nodded. “I sew whenever anger incites me to mutilation.”Isabelle laughed. “One cannot hang for attacking a piece of cloth.”

“This is the way things work sometimes, that good things get ideas from each other, say, well now let’s go ahead and let her have it all.”

“Do you agree with that About saying 'forever' and being sure? I do. Will you tell me when you think you're there? Sure. Good. June? Yes? I'm there. You go ahead and take your time.”

“What were you going to do with it?” McCain asked. "I just thought it might come in useful.”"Were you planning to attack me?” "No. But that’s a good idea.”