“Time hangs off me like molting skin.”

“You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting, shedding your own history and your own future, leaving behind everything you ever were or wanted or believed in.”

“Diventerò grande, accadranno tante cose e toccherò il fondo molte volte. Soffrirò molte volte e molte volte mi rimetterò in piedi. Non mi lascerò sconfiggere.”

“She knew for certain there were all kinds of people who craved their youth, who would run like gazelles toward that fishhook of time, peeling off the years like old imagined skins.”

“Batterers aren't renowned for taking responsibility for their abusiveness, Sam. They tend to shed blame like a snake molts.”

“Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns?Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you?Holly: Zombies shamble. I disapprove of shambling. And they have bits that fall off. You never see a unicorn behaving that way.Justine: I shamble. Bits fall off me all the time: hair, skin cells. Are you saying you disapprove of me?”