“And you… do you know what you are?”“Stupid?”“Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.”

“How do you make a girl know she's beautiful? What is the system for that, what do you show her, how do you give her a new set of eyes and turn her face back to the mirror?”

“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.”

“His excuse made the corners of my mouth turn up. “You think I’m beautiful?”He frowned with disgust. “You’re gorgeous and you know it. What are you smiling about?”

“Mr.Clayton?Didn't you see her ears?You mean ears turning bright red means you're in love?I don't know, he mumbles, and looks down, his ears are bright red.”

“When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?”