Emma Donoghue

You know who you belong to, Jack?___eah.___ourself.__e__ wrong, actually, I belong to Ma.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.

I may have had moments of regret in my life, but you know, they wouldn't add up to an hour.

Nowadays 'invisibility' was supposed to be the big problem, but the way I saw it was, all that mattered was to be visible to yourself.

...everyone goes home in the end.

Outside has everything. Whenever I think of a thing now like skis or fireworks or islands or elevators or yo-yos, I have to remember they're real, they're actually happening in Outside all together. It makes my head tired. And people too, firefighters teachers burglars babies saints soccer players and all sorts, they're all really in Outside. I'm not there, though, me and Ma, we're the only ones not there. Are we still real?

This is a bad story.___orry. I__ really sorry. I shouldn__ have told you.___o, you should,_ I say.__ut____ don__ want there to be bad stories and me not know them.

Everyone's got a different story.

Maybe I__ a human, but I__ a me-and-Ma as well.