“I don't know what it says about me that I have a greater affinity with the damaged. Probably nothing good.”
“At least I admit that I don't know. I know that things are fucked up, beyond belief, and I have nothing original to say about it.”
“There's an old Russian saying that goes some way or another. I don't know it. I don't speak Russian. But sometimes I think about it and wonder if it's relevant to what I'm going through at the time. Probably not. I mean what do Russian know about hunger, anyway?”
“I wasn't fooled. He was avoiding looking at me. "There's nothing to talk about.""I knew you'd say that. Actually, it was a toss-up between that and 'I don't know what you're talking about.'"Dimitri sighed.”
“I don't care what people think or say about me, I know who I am.”
“They say be a good girl, get good grades, be popular. They know nothing about me.”