Admit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule.

There's something about a roof isn't there? It makes you feel like it doesn't matter what's going on below. All of those things that get in the way of your dreams - you're above them. Anything is possible.

And it's not just a matter of you hurting me. I will hurt you too, even if I don't want to, I'm not the girl you think I am. And you will remember this conversation , and wish that you'd listened to me.

The time will come when you will be forced to make a choice,” Hanalea said. “When that time comes, choose love.

Weird is good, strange is bad.

She had never felt more alive than when she lay dying in Han Alister's arms.

Han spotted a child‟s homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead and had no need of dollies anymore. Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.