“Stories are a different kind of true.”

“Everyone's got a different story.”

“This is a bad story.”“Sorry. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”“No, you should,” I say.“But—”“I don’t want there to be bad stories and me not know them.”

“We're standing on the deck that's all wooden like the deck of a ship. There's fuzz on it, little bundles. Grandma says it's some kind of pollen from a tree."Which one?" I'm staring up at all the differents."Can't help you there, I'm afraid."In Room we knowed what everything was called but in the world there's so much, persons don't even know the names.”

“Sometimes when persons say definitely it sounds actually less true.”

“For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.”

“I tell you frankly, Mrs. Damer, the more I see of different nations, the less sure I feel about the pre-eminence of my own.”