-Her face was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall, but it felt no rain; over which clouds might pass their moving shadows, but she felt no shadow. (p.13)
"Burn all , burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean"Page 60
"She's dead. Let's talk about someone alive, for goodness sake." page 72
"My family is people. They tell me things: I laugh, they laugh! And the colors!" page 73

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