Tolerance was bullshit. Fuck tolerance. Madison was tolerant, except for when it wasn't. Madison was tolerant unless you strayed so much as a mile outside in any direction or invited people from the outside in. Chad Perry was from Kenosha it turned out, and then it didn't work, did it?

Poppy wasn't something to be tolerated, like when you got a cold. And yes it was annoying, and no you weren't going to die, so buy some tissues and a book about zombies and go to bed for a few days.

Head colds should be tolerated. Children should be celebrated.

"Never invite a death omen to a murder party"

"I'll give you total goddamn dismemberment you worthless son of a bitch."

"I trained as a librarian, and I run a bookstore. Fucking right I can use a gun."

"Her mother taught her how to create talismans from discarded words and objects. And Zohra knew, instinctively, that the small pieces of paper or raw leather that were given to barren women and impotent men were covered with the very signs and symbols that she had glimpsed in the Green Book and that were forever inscribed in her memory. She poached in the green pastures of endless phrases and wisdoms with her own chants and incantations. She transformed old men's fortresses into wild pastures where jealousy, love, and revenge acted out their own tragedies. She conjured magic by dismantling the text, cutting words and sentences out, creating fury out of order"