“Papel, cordel e cola.Separadamente, eram apenas objectos à espera de um propósito. Em conjunto eram partes de um todo.”

“...é como tentar agarrar a Lua, quando penso que a vou apanhar, ela desaparece no horizonte. Fico desgostosa e tento seguir em frente, mas depois a malvada regressa na noite seguinte, dando-me de novo esperança de a conseguir agarrar.”

“She'd fallen into the best part of her past.”

“We're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?”

“Sitting at the old patio table she’d cleared of leaves, she smiled and leaned back. The stars looked twisted in the limbs of the trees, like Christmas lights. She felt like part of the hollow around her was filling. She’d come here with too many expectations.”

“There was a strange but universal understanding among women. On some level all women knew, they all understood, the fear of being outnumbered, of being helpless. It throbbed in their chests when they thought about the times they left stores and were followed. The knocks on their car windows as they were sitting alone at red lights, and strangers asking for rides. Having too much to drink and losing their ability to be forceful enough to just say no. Smiling at strange men coming on to them, not wanting to hurt their feelings, not wanting to make a scene. All women remembered these things, even if they had never happened to them personally. It was a part of their collective unconscious.”

“When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.”