“My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.”

“My mouth opened.It happened.Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.”

“He was into the skating culture now and I was into, well, I'm not sure what I was into. I was into roaming around on my own, and I enjoyed it.”

“If I ever leave this place-I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.”

“Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.”

“Her wrinkles were like slander. Her voice was akin to a beating with a stick.”

“Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.”