“I haven't devoured a soul in...What month is this? March?”

“They marched. Not for themselves. They marched to remember the ones who didn't make it back. They marched because seeing so much loss can teach you about life. they marched because we're all fighting a war whether we know it or not...a war for our minds and souls and what we believe in.”

“Sadie, please do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins”

“Like me!" I said. "I have to work hard, too. Why, I haven't thrown manure in over two months!”

“My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.”

“...we haven't had any accidents for months now...Everything on that island is perfectly fine.”