"As fake twins, we couldn't shake our love of the uniform. Each day we wore the same make of shirt, but different colors, different iron-on decals." Chapter 1, pg. 9

"We needed to know, is it just you and me or is there another to save us from each other?" Chapter 1, pg. 36

"It was also the heyday of dag. Dag was bitter acknowledgement of the brutish machinery of the world." Chapter 2, pg. 37

"What happened in the house stayed in the house, caroming off the walls and furniture and us, until it was absorbed or forgotten." Chapter 3, pg. 75

"Sometimes we messed up on Wednesdays, but it was never a Thursday-sized mess-up. No, Thursday we reserved for the thoroughly botched, mishaps that called for shame and first aid and apologies."
Chapter 4, pg. 114

"Randy took my face in his hands and lifted my chin for a better look. He did this queasy thing...