The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards.

I am hunted by humans.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.