“Rafaela, we all hurt people." Tobias’ voice was sharp. "That’s universal. We’re all broken and those shards will cut those around us.”

“We’re freaks, that’s all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that’s all. We’re the tattooed lady, and we’re never going to have a minute’s peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tattooed, too.”

“Inside us all are pieces of that which makes the negative. We have many facets. It is that inner essence we all have that guides us through our lives. Sometimes those voices that drive us are whispered memories that live deep inside and cause us such pain that we have no choice except to let it out and to hurt those around us. But at other times, the voice is love and compassion, and it guides us to a gentler place. In the end, we, alone, must choose what path to walk. No one can help us with it. (Menyara)”

“Sometimes when we think we’re protecting ourselves, we’re really hurting ourselves. And sometimes the people around us too.”

“Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays. But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come. No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.”

“Some people are afraid of being alone – really alone. We need this experience in order to realize that we really are totally alone. How could that be, since we have all these characters. Look at all those characters we’re carrying around within us. An actual traveling circus.”