- No tienes por qué estar nerviosa eres cómo Galatea.- ¿Quién?- Galatea. Leímos algo sobre ella en el curso de Mr. Evers. Una chica desdichada que se convirtió en una hermosa mujer y nadie la reconoció. Ella pensó un momento.- Quiero que me reconozcan - Dijo finalmente,- Te comprendo. Vamos.

The Black Man grinned at her with his jackal mouth, and his scarlet eyes knew all the secrets of woman-blood.

Но едва ли някой въобще някога открива, че действията му истински, действително нараняват други хора ! Хората не стават по-добри, те стават просто по-умни. Когато станеш по-умен не спираш да късаш крилцата на мухите, просто си измисляш по-добра причина, за да го правиш.

At sixteen, the elusive stamp of hurt was already marked clearly in her eyes. (pg. 14)

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.

Her hands were to her face but she could see through the prison of her fingers could see them how they were beautiful wrapped in light swathed in the bright angelic robes of Acceptance