We run down the right fork, Manchee at our heels, the night and a dusty road stretching out in front of us, an army and a disaster behind us, me and Viola, running side by side.

Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.

You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

Things change, but they stay the same.