“You know how there are words that never really—they are never really quite right. You can't quite trust them. Use them. You know. Without pause.' 'There are words I stare at,' Zach says. 'Strange. Every time. Misled, that's one. I see mizzled. And unshed. I read unched.' 'Me too! But that's a different thing—except, now you mention it, it's odd about unshed, that it's only for tears. Mostly. Hardly ever blood, for instance, you don't see unshed blood. Unched. Not really.' 'Not in my case anyway. Mine sheds all over the joint! I'm a bleeder all right.” ReadingBloodWordsWittyDialogueBoxingWordplayBe My WolffEmma RichlerEruditeBoxerWord MeaningsMisreadNot Quite RightNot Right Book:Be My Wolff Source: Be My Wolff
“She sneered at the pillar of foxglove I'd painted along the edge of the table- the colours too dark and too blue, with none of the white freckling inside the trumpets, but I'd made do, even if it had killed me not to have white paint, to make something so flawed and lasting. I drowned the urge to cover up the painting with my hand. Maybe tomorrow I'd just scrape it off the table altogether.” ArtPaintingFeyreFeyre ArcheronEmbarrassedA Court Of Thorns And RosesHumiliatedNot Quite Right Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses