“I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.”

“It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.”

“If you were the wall, what would you rather be? Dreary and dull, or alive with paint?""Walls can't think!""That doesn't stop them from caring.”

“Yesterday he told me he thought I would have to pretend to be weak, but he was wrong. I am weak already. I brace myself against the wall and press my forehead to my hands. It’s difficult to take deep breaths, so I take short, shallow ones. I can’t let this happen. They attacked me to make me feel weak. I can pretend they succeeded to protect myself, but I can’t let it become true.”

“Snowflakes are unique, just like fingerprints, which means there is nothing quite so unique in the universe as a snowman's fingerprints.”

“Clearly the secret of happiness...is a variation on the general principle of banging your head against a wall, and then stopping.”