“We thought we were running away from the grownups, and now we are the grownups.”

“We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?”

“Possible, impossible. What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?”

“If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.”

“How were we to know we were happy?”

“It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.”

“Envoiwe had no voicewe had no namewe had no choicewe had one faceone face the samewe took the blameit was no fairbut now w're herewe're all here toothe same as youand now we followyou, we find younow, we callto you to youtoo wit too wootoo wit too wootoo woo(The Maids sprout feathers, and fly away as owls.)”