“Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have...yep.”
“Oh, most unhappy man,' he cried, 'try to be happy! You have red hair like your sister.'My red hair, like red flames, shall burn up the world,' said Gregory.”
“And i have often wondered who, Who could love you the way i do?”
“No one invites you to the top - you have to claw your way up. When you get there, you will sit with the others who were also uninvited - giggling. ”
“The boy started to thrash and cry. A tiny bundle of bones and scars, freckles and red hair. Just another human who would grow up to become a monster.”
“People…ladies, I mean…they dye their hair sometimes,” I explained to him. “So one day they have red hair and another day they have brown hair. It doesn’t matter,” I said. “They’re still the same lady.”