“How can my ankles and arms be obscene?”

“The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.”

“Annabeth sat up and glared at her ankle.
"You HAD to break," she scolded it.
The ankle did not reply.”

“My ankle hurts from dancing last night so there is pain. But the pain doesn't hurt me for there is no me.”

“Touch me, hold me.
How my open arms ache!
Try to fall for me.”

“I know that the thing under my bed doesn't exist. But I also know that if I keep my feet under the blanket, it won't grab my ankle”

“No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck.”

“How can you win a battle, if you don't arm yourself? Only a fool enters into a battle he cannot win.”

“You may feel a tugging sensation near your ankles.”

“Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.”