“-You said this wasn't a cult.-Secret society. There's a difference.-Not from where I'm standing.-Then take a seat.”

“Stand for the Right" that "Wrong might take a Seat”

“Still in that remarkable hushed voice, he said, "I'm small, I'm young--and I'm so different. You've always respected that difference, and you've always trusted it. Trust me now. There's a reason I am the way I am, and there's a reason I was born to you. There's always a reason. We belong together.”

“You know, I'm really starting to think the whole world is just a patchwork quilt of crazy little cults, all with their own secret spaces, their own records, their own rules.”

“We're standing on the deck that's all wooden like the deck of a ship. There's fuzz on it, little bundles. Grandma says it's some kind of pollen from a tree."Which one?" I'm staring up at all the differents."Can't help you there, I'm afraid."In Room we knowed what everything was called but in the world there's so much, persons don't even know the names.”

“Secrets are the kind of adventure she needs. Secrets are safe, and they do much to make you different. On the inside where it counts.”