Everyone wants a bit of something beautiful.

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.

Brigan," she said, annoyed that he had not understood. "I’ll always be beautiful. Look at me. I have one hundred and sixty two bug bites, and has it made me any less beautiful? I’m missing two fingers and I have scars all over, but does anyone care? No! It just makes me more interesting! I’ll always be like this, stuck in this beautiful form, and you’ll have to deal with it." He seemed to sense that she expected a grave response, but for the moment, he was incapable. "I suppose it’s a burden I must bear," he said, grinning.

It's not fair. It's not fair," she cried, knowing it was a child's argument but not caring, because being childish did not make it untrue.

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.