“Paper MatchesMy aunts washed dishes while the unclessquirted each other on the lawn withgarden hoses. Why are we in here,I said, and they are out there?That’s the way it is,said Aunt Hetty, the shriveled-up one.I have the rages that small animals have,being small, being animal.Written on me was a message,“At Your Service,”like a book of paper matches.One by one we were taken outand struck.We come bearing supper,our heads on fire.”

“What’s an “Animus”?’ asked Mad Dog.Literally, it means “animating spirit” – that’s the essence of your core being, the spirit that defines you as a person,' answered Yazuki. 'But it can also mean “animosity” which is why the animal shadows only usually come out in confrontational situations. For centuries, Ninja have looked to the earth for inspiration in ways to live and fight. This is why you see us all giving off animal shadows. We each study the species that mean most to us. We each have an “Animus” that is unique...”

“What did we ever do before text messaging?' Vi asked...Write notes to each other. On paper' Seems positively archaic now.'Pretty soon we'll just be wired into each other and orject our thoughts back and forth,' Skye said...”

“From what I've been able to figure out, all of us are here together and we need one another. We must celebrate each other's differences. Learning to ask for help is as important as learning the value of helping other people. I believe all the people in my life have been there for a reason, and I hope I have been in theirs for a reason as well. It's taken me a while, but I feel truly blessed. After all is said and done, I love life, I love people, and I love being me.”

“She seemed glad to see me. In fact, she actually said she was glad to see me – a statement no other aunt on the list would have committed herself to, the customary reaction of these near and dear ones to the spectacle of Bertram arriving for a visit being a sort of sick horror”

“We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or tell each other how pretty we were. We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we allexisted in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn'y fathom them at all. We knew finally that the girls were really woman in diquise, that they understood love even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.”