I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.