My life is an apology for the life of my father.

A consciousness was like a face you saw once and forever recognized.

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po

Ivan had contrived somehow in the dark of night to replace every watermelon in the watermelon patch with a gravestone, and every gravestone in the engraver's lot with a watermelon

Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder.

If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories." Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.