“Now I wanted to be acknowledged, but I feared it.”

“For years I wanted to be older, and now I am.”

“If I was going to do something I didn't want to do, I at least wanted to be remunerated for it.”

“I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name; remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I want to steal something.”

“I was stuck in Port Ticonderoga, proud bastion of the common-and-garden variety button and of lower-priced long johns for the budget-minded shoppers. I would stagnate here, nothing would ever happen to me, I would end up an old-maid like Miss Violence, pitied and derided. This at the bottom was my fear. I wanted to be elsewhere, but I saw no way to get there. Once in a while, I found myself hoping that I would be abducted by white slavers, even though I didn't believe in them. At least it would be a change...”

“Now that I am dead, I know everything.”

“Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?”