I Still Haven't Quite Got Used To

Assured Her I've Never Loved Anyone Except Myself And Have No Intention Of Starting Now.

'y' Is About The Weakest Letter Of All. 'y' Can't Make Up Its Mind If It's A Vowel Or A Consonant, Can It?

The Most Malicious God Is The God Of The Counted Chicken.

I Have Always Preferred Maps To Books. They Don't Answer You Back.

Souls Cross Ages Like Clouds Cross Skies, An' Tho' A Cloud's Shape Nor Hue Nor Size Don't Stay The Same, It's Still A Cloud An' So Is A Soul. Who Can Say Where The Cloud's Blowed From Or Who The Soul'll Be 'morrow? Only Sonmi The East An' The West An' The Compass An' The Atlas, Yay, Only The Atlas O' Clouds.