“The blinding colors on his tie resembled a Rorschach test and prompted Jazz to slip on her sunglasses.”

“[L]et them be their own Rorschach tests[.]”

“You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people and assholes.”

“History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.”

“Trouble travels fast / When you're specially designed for crash testing / Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon.”

“I can't believe you're still mad at me," Ed says."You grabbed my arse.""You broke my nose.""You broke his nose?" Jazz asks. "You grabbed her arse?""It was two years ago-""Two years, four months, and eight days," I tell him."-and I was fifteen, and I slipped and she broke my nose.""Wait a minute. How do you slip onto someone's arse?"Jazz asks."I meant slipped up. I slipped up and she broke my nose.""You're lucky that's all I broke," I say."You're lucky I didn't call the police."Leo, Dylan, and Daisy slid into the booth. "Did you guys know that Lucy broke Ed's nose? Jazz asks.Ed closes his eyes silently and bangs his head on the wall.”