I sighed. 'It's hard. You're the only one who listens to what I have to say.' Longshot dropped a gentle, comforting arm around my shoulders. 'Then speak louder, girl. Don't let them put out your spark.

My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.

Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.

Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died- or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing. So I would slide in and out of different roles until I discovered the one that fit me best. -Deuce, (183)

Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.