With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.

A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.

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.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.