“Run, she told herself. Run, you idiot, run.But she didn't. She couldn't. She just... couldn't.”
“She couldn't save them, she couldn't save anyone but herself, which made her presence here the worst sort of self-indulgence, her mission a long-running fantasy.”
“She was afraid, but she couldn't just sit around waiting for someone to save her. She had to try to save herself, try to figure it out.”
“She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.”
“Nobody run off with her,” Roscoe said. "She just run off with herself, I guess.”
“She was entrenched. She had dug a trench all around herself called Alexander , and she couldn't leave.”