Then Angela turned on Kade, and said, “I meant what I said. It’s sick, how you pretend like you’re something you’re not.” “I was about to say the sam… - Seanan McGuire

There would be time to grab something from the dining hall before she had to go to English class. The thought of having to analyze the poetry of Emily Dickinson without calories was enough to make her want to cry. Why adults constantly wanted to know what centuries-old poems meant was beyond her. Shouldn’t someone have found the right answer by now? Or at least an answer good enough to accept?

This wasn’t the first time Cora had met people who thought their ideas about how the world should be were the only right ones.

The nameless girl stared at Cora. “You’re insane.”
“Probably,” said Cora placidly. “Sticks and stones, as the sages say; sticks and stones. I know what I am and I’m happy this way, and saying something true shouldn’t be an insult, ever, because that’s not how words want to work.”