“I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.”
“I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.”
“I'm going to bed, where I may die.”
“I may not be where I want to be, but if I stop now, I'll NEVER get where I'm going!”
“I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy, and it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa, and I can only stay home and knit like a poky old woman (Josephine)”
“I'm no doormat. At worst, I'm a very attractive accent rug, because if I get stained or damaged, someone is going to f---ing die.”