“I tucked this away, afraid to admit how good it was to hear it.”
“I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.”
“An appeal to me in this fiendish row - is there? Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced.”
“I wish I knew how to turn the volume down on the sadness in this girl’s eyes. I wish I could take her out of this dark, smelly alley and tuck her away some place safe.”
“Don’t be afraid.”“I hear voices,” Iggy said. “Be very afraid.”
“I just tell people what they already know, but are afraid to admit to themselves.”