I need to go to parties, Raisa mused, so I don't think so much.

Oh, I am getting married," Raisa said sleepily. "You promised me that if I agreed to marry you, that you would make it happen." She extended her hand, the one with the ring Han had given her, and waved it under his nose. "So. It's time to pay up.

What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?

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.

The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.

We may all end up dead, but we're sticking it to them in the meantime.

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