“I have never seen a wrestling match or prize fight, and I don't want to. When I find out a man is interested in these sports, I drop him.”

“Out of my peripheral vision, I see Four shove the door open and walk out. Apparently this fight isn't interesting enough for him. Or maybe he's going to figure out why everything's spinning like a top, and I don't blame him; I want to know the answer too.”

“I think I figured out why I don't have more friends. I find dead people more interesting than the living.”

“What is it? A prize or something?No. It's not a prize and I'm not a prize. But it's mine. It belongs to me and I can only give it away once, and I want to be so sure when it happens. I don't want to say that the first time for me was bad or it didn't mean a thing.”

“Skating was a gift given to me, and it's a sport I love. I go out there every single day and there isn't a day I don't want to be out there”

“And I realized something I never had before. Deep down, I want to be seen as an object too. I want to be coveted and sought after. I want to be taken apart and understood, reassembled, filed away in Didier's cabinet. I don't even need to be pretty to have this. I only have to allow him to open me up.”