Vii

“We have little money and Hortensia, Alfonso, and Miguel are no longer our servants. We are indebted to them for our finances and our future. And that trunk of clothes for the poor? Esperanza, it is for us.”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Esperanza Rising

“Carter said, “You drenched yourself in the worst-smelling thing you could find so you could cover up the smell of your boner.” “Stop saying boner!” He waggled his eyebrows at me. I glared at him. He said, “It’s about time.” And so I said, “What?” He squinted at me. “You and Joe.” “What about me and Joe?” “Seriously. That’s what you’re going with.” It was either that or have a panic attack. “Yes,” I said. “That’s what I’m going with.” “It’s okay,” he said. “You’re allowed to have a boner for my seventeen-year-old brother.” I”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“A werewolf is courting me with a dead rabbit. There's nothing subtle here."
"Couldn't have been flowers," she muttered as she slid on her rubber boots by the door.
"He gave you flowers," I reminded her as she stepped down the porch.
"I meant for you," she said. She bent over and grabbed the rabbit by the ears, pulling it up off the ground. It came up with a low crackle, grass stuck to the underside. "Courting. I swear."
"Why are you touching it?" I said, sounding horrified.
"We can't leave it here," she said. "He'll be offended."
"I'll be honest. I'm already offended.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“I check out guys sometimes.” It came out fast because that was the first time I’d said it aloud. It felt like relief. And terror. Carter didn’t say anything for a minute. And then he said, “Oh. Okay. Did you lick his balls?” I laughed so hard that I thought I would die. Carter was laughing right along with me. He said, “You know I don’t give a shit, right? Like, of all the things in the world to freak out about, that’s one of the least?”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong