“Don't want to see any more...feel any more. Just let me fade away...I've seen too much...too much!”

“Will looked back at me, startled, and I kept my heart muscle strong, feeling something inside me shiver like a pale green flower shoot just waking up for spring. But whatever that thing was, it was still too new to feel ready to bloom; it wanted time to set down roots. Someday soon I was going to bloom like crazy and then I'd have what I needed to keep me standing tall.”

“If you use too much paint, you'll not only obscure your savvy completely, but most everything else in life will become dull and uninteresting for you too. You can't get rid of part of what makes you you and be happy...So a well-scumbled savvy gives you clarity and control...You have to let your own know-how, your own unique color, shine through as a something-special others can't quite put a finger on." —Momma”

“In most ways, Mibs, we Beaumonts are just like other people...We get born, and sometime later we die. And in between, we're happy and sad, we feel love and we feel fear, we eat and we sleep and we hurt like everyone else.—Momma”

“I began to realize how hard it was to separate all the voices to hear the single, strong one that came just from me." —Mibs Beaumont”

“It can take a lot of strength to show up and be yourself...don't you think?”

“I wished that I...had no savvy at all. No savvy to cause me heartache. No savvy to make me hope, and then leave me useless.”