“Maybe all the strings inside him broke.”

“Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.”

“… every time you lose, you die a little, inside. Not all your organs… maybe just your liver.”

“Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.”

“I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.”

“The zip on my wallet broke, sealing the money inside. How am I supposed to buy a new wallet?”

“Often we'll verge on embarrassing territory, a certain over-the-topness. But maybe that's just trying to unveil something that's inside all of us.”

“Maybe I'm just a gay man inside a woman's body!”

“Percy grunted. ‘Probably something to do with that creep Octavian. Maybe he was so bad at telling the future that he broke Apollo’s powers.”

“And maybe that’s was her biggest crime of all. Making him fall in love with her.”