The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't.

Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.

How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?

We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.

As he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.