“You went up a girl and came down a woman.”

“Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.”

“I did not come to heal her, the monster said. I came to heal you.”

“Usually when a man calls a woman a bitch," a voice calls over from a cart pulling up near us at the edge of camp,"its because she's doing something right.”

“Spackle!” Manchee barks, tho he’s too chicken to attack now that I’ve held back. “Spackle! Spackle! Spackle!”“Shut up, Manchee,” I say.“Spackle!”“I said shut up!” I shout, which stops him.“Spackle?” Manchee says, unsure of things now.I swallow, trying to get rid of the pressure in my throat, the unbelieveable sadness that comes and comes as I look at it looking back at me. Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world keeps changing, whether I want it to or not.Cuz, it ain’t a Spackle.“It’s a girl,” I say.It’s a girl.”

“I have two maxims that I believe, dear girl. One, if you can control yourself, you can control others. Two, if you can control information, you can control others.”

“Four lines, and the world went quiet.I'm sorry for telling everyone about your mum, read the first line.I miss being your friend, read the second.Are you okay? read the third.I see you, read the fourth, with the I underlined about a hundred times.”