“Would you like to press charges?" the officer asked. She was not serious. Nobody pressed charges against stars of A-stream teams, especially ones like Danders Anders who were in their final year and on the brink of superlative careers."I'd love to press charges," Rochelle answered. "That would be joyous."The officer grinned. "Wouldn't it?”

“Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.”

“Wherever I go the music playing is always something I like. I never hear music I hate.""If you never hear it, how do you know what music you don't like?" I asked, not sure if I'd made any sense. It was spinny trying to figure it out. Didn't you know what you liked in contrast to what you didn't? But if he only heard music he liked, he'd never have any contrast. Did that mean he liked everything?”

“The officer asks me if I want to press charges against Trent and I glare at him like he’s grown an arm out of his ass.”

“Really, according to the shrinks, I am angry at everyone ever. Especially them.I am all anger and resentment all the time.Not one of them has ever suggested that maybe I lie because the world is better the way I tell it.”

“I love that everyone's into sports, that no one even talks about loving it 'cause it's too obvious. It's the air we breathe.”

“The ruggers followed me all the way to the cafeteria. I felt like the Pied Piper, except that the rats probably weren't offering to share protein-rich snacks with him.”