I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.

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

“You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About you…”

“I met him while I was imprisoned," I say, and my voice sounds far away even to …”

“I’m not trying to be self-deprecating,” I say, “I just don’t get it. I’m younge…”