For someone so small, you're heavy, Stiff," he mutters.

Little girl, he called me. A little girl who is stressed out to the point of paranoia. That is not me, but now, it's who the Candor think I am.

It would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us back out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to lingered.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.

Ser sincero en todo momento debe requerir valor. Yo no sabría hacerlo.