- “Would you like an orange, I have an extra"
"I'd like to give you the orange actually" "Well, yes, that's fine and good, but it's not your bloody orange to give. This is my orange”
- “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”
- “Every picture taken of you reduces your spirit and shortens your life”
- “I want to get my invisibility sweatshirt and skullcap out of my bag and put it on. But I don't. I want to believe the red ribbon around my wrist will keep me safe always. But it won't. I want to play How Would You Rather Die? instead of figuring out how to live. But I can't. I'm over being a coward. I'm sick of being on pause, of being buried and hidden, of being petrified, in both senses of the word.