To those who will see, the world waits.

They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?

I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.

Agent Jones held Sinjin’s face in his hands. “I’m going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals.” “How right you are, strange delusional man,” Sinjin said.

If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.

I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.