“I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed and I embarass easily.”
“Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding, do you even care if I die bleeding?”
“The whole world is like Whitewall's razors," I burst out. "It cuts us, and we bleed, but there's no purpose to it.”
“You have no idea how much pain I'm in. It's like being cut open every day, bleeding onto the stones. I can't understand how any of you failed to see the blood....”
“And Mom doesn't like anyone cutting her flowers, so I cut up her magazines instead. Do you like it?”