“But that's how memory works," Bitterblue said quietly. "Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission." And sometimes they came back incomplete and warped.”
“No on can make you feel inferior without your permission.”
“No one can make you feel inferior without your permission.”
“Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.”
“You’re coming to England no matter what, even without your mom’s permission. I’ll buy you the plane ticket myself.”