" I’ll take those for my room, Momma. They look fine to me.” “They’re not.” “I don’t mind.” “Camille, I was just looking at them, and they’re not good blooms.” She dropped the pliers to the ground, began tugging at a stem. “But they’re fine for me. For my room.” “Oh, now look what you’ve done. I’m bleeding. "

― Gillian Flynn , Sharp Objects