“I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.”

“Now it was my time to blush. Except that I’m a man and I don’t do that.”

“Infinite is a meaningless word: except – it states / The mind is capable of performing / an endless process of addition.”

“See, I know what they think about me. That I’m some project. And, yeah, I’ll accept their help. But I’m gonna pay my way. ’Cause you can’t let people like that give you anything. They think they own you then. And you know what? Nobody’s ever going to own me.”

“But there is one whom you do not deceive, and that is Christ, our Lord. He knows all. Personally, I have felt that nobody need keep much of a record about me, except what I keep myself in my mind, which is a part of my spirit. I often question in my mind, whether it is going to require very many witnesses in addition to my own wrongdoing.”

“Did you know I blush purple? Jamal’s teasing me about it.""Is he reading this?" I asked, horrified. "No.""Sorry I made you blush.""I’m not. Good night, Briar Rose.""Good night, blue-skinned alien.”