“It’s just that I’m the kind of person," Rebecca continued, "that thinks if you took a map of the whole world and put a pin in it for every person, there wouldn’t be a pin for me.”
“I grabbed Sabine’s shoulder. “If you stick me again, I’m going to make your head my personal pin cushion.”
“Do I look like the kind of person who wastes time turning goats into pin cushions?”
“I'm just one molecule of plastic in the composition of a little pin on a very large map”
“I saw you, looking like Hayworth, making me want to pin you up, pin you down, take you for a different kind of ride altogether.”
“To the whole world you might be just one person, but to one person you might just be the whole world.”