Ironically, as we discovered and distinguished ourselves, a new collective came into being—a vitality, a presence, a spirit that had not been there before (9.6).
"Why can't you be normal?"
"Why do you wanna be so different?"
"Yeah—is something wrong with us, you gotta be so different?" (13.75-77).
"They're not talking to her."
The words didn't stick. "What do you mean? Who's 'they'?"
He cocked his head at the sea of tables and eaters.
"Who them?" I said too unhinged to laugh at my grammar.
He wet his lips. "All of them." He shrugged (18.32-35).