“Already all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. This old so dying woman. So dead. In the madhouse of the skull and nowhere else. Where no more precautions to be taken. No precautions possible. Cooped up there with the rest. Hovel and stones. The lot. And the eye. How simple all then. If only all could be pure figment. Neither be nor been nor by any shift to be. Gently gently. On. Careful.”

“So one always starts a journey in a strange land -- taking too many precautions, until one tires of the exertion and abandons care in the worst spot of all.”

“Thinking is contagious … so choose whom you surround yourself with carefully! Or at least take precautions so as not to infect yourself with other people’s thinking!”

“Slim cunning hands at rest, and cozening eyes,Under this stone one loved too wildly lies;How false she was, no granite could declare;Nor all earth's flowers, how fair.”

“Fear not lest precautions and protective contrivances diminish your pleasure: mystery only adds thereto.”

“It's not Cam's fault," Bex told her. "We rigged her bed so that if she gets up, I get an electric shock.""Liz designed it," Macey said, and Bex shrugged."We told you we were taking precautions."Of course. Because at Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy".”