I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?

Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom.

I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?

You called me and said you were home and wanted to go out for a pizza." "I did? What time is it?" "Time for pizza," [Catarina] replied.

You asked me who I belong to. I belong to you.

Magnus was sure that the llama stampede he witnessed was a coincidence. The llamas could not be judging him.

You understand my music.