She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

That’s one way of looking at it. I prefer to look at it another way—which is that if they are persistent enough, even tiny drops of water, over time, can change the rock forever. And it will never change back.

Desperation can make a person do surprising things.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.

Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of