“I will die, in my own small way, undefeated.”

“I wish I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. If I'm going to die, I still want to be me.”

“I just keep wishing, I could think of a way, to show to them that they don't own me. That if I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me. Does that make sense? Yeah. I just can't afford to think that way.”

“Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.”

“You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.”

“If he dies, I'll never go home. I'll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.”

“Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.”