“Maybe I'm wrong," Mom said. "Maybe the world really is coming to an end.""Should I try Fox News?" I asked.Mom shuddered. "We're not that desperate," she said.”

“What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.""We're all going to want cookies if the world comes to an end," Mrs. Nesbitt agreed. "And chips and pretzels. If the world is coming to an end, why should I care about my blood pressure?""Okay, we'll die fat," Mom said.”

“I mean, we're ninjas.""Well maybe you're a ninja," I said"You're just a really loud, awkward ninja," Margo said, "but we are both ninjas.”

“I think maybe I know why,' she finally said.'Why?''Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.”

“It’s called a near-death experience. You should try it sometime,” I said sweetly. “Maybe without the ‘near’.”

“Maybe we're always changing.""Maybe we're always performing.""Then who are we really?" I wondered. "At the end of the day, with the lights off, all alone, which of those personalities that we take on and off are real?”