Sometimes things aren't what they seem and even a Seer can't see what's commin'.

Who can judge the judge?

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met

Age-appropriate makeup? Who are you people? What makeup is age-appropriate for a seven-year-old?

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!

I am a friend. I have in my possession two thousand assorted buttons, eight hundred keys, and only one friend. Perhaps it is not something you can understand. I have not often been one before. I will be now.