“I am not Sabah. I am Rania. And I feel.”“Good. No more Sabah. Only Rania.”

“I will always love you. You saved me, Rania.”“No, you saved me.”“We saved each other, then,”

“What is the word for this kind of underwear? Boxings? Something like that? I cannot think of it.”“Boxings? Oh, god, Rania. That’s funny. Boxers. They’re called boxers, sweetheart.”

“Such awful timing. There’s a dead man in the bathroom, and I’m trying not to kiss Rania. What the fuck is wrong with you, Hunter?”

“Hunter touches my cheek, kisses my chin. "I will always love you. You saved me, Rania."I shake my head. "No, you have saved me,""We have saved each other then," he says.”

“I am not a woman, I am a thing. An object, a servant for their needs. Sex is a tool.”

“I feel like everyone who sees me knows what I am. As if it is written on my forehead in bold black ink. Perhaps it is written on my soul, now, and they can see it in my eyes, those windows to my soul.”