They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.

They're on their way to the foreign-language wing. That's no surprise. The foreign kids are always here, like they need to breathe air scented with their native language a couple times a day or they'll choke to death on too much American.

Who cares what the color means? How do you know what he meant to say? I mean, did he leave another book called "Symbolism in My Books?" If he didn't, then you could just be making all of this up. Does anyone really think this guy sat down and stuck all kinds of hidden meanings into his story? It's just a story.... But I think you are making all of this symbolism stuff up. I don't believe any of it.

I am locked into the mirror and there is no door out.

Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.