“I could have ripped at those pages with my fingernails in order to get all of the material inside me.”
“Are you gloating inside? That's what this is about, isn't it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!" [...]"I get that you're angry—," said Patch."I am ripped apart!" I shouted.”
“It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all this solid knowledge, by these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn't be torn if the pages all held together.”
“When I knew what I had to do / I took all my notebooks, all my manuscripts / and ate them page by page / so I could take my words with me”
“Great books give you a feeling that you miss all day, until you finally get to crawl back inside those pages again.”
“I feel like she could drown me in a spoonful of water or crush me with her fingernail clippings. I realize I have no chance.”