I'd thought once, actually, of taking your mind, if you asked. I'd thought I could help you fall asleep at night." He opened his mouth to say something. Shut it again. His face closed for a moment, his unreadable mask falling into place. He spoke softly. "But that wouldn't be fair; for after I slept you'd be left awake, with no one to help you sleep.

While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were

A quote from 'Fire' where Fire projected a thought to her best friend Archer: "Love doesn't measure that way, she [Fire] thought to him [Archer]. And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.

You're beautiful this morning," Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. "You're impossibly sweet in my shirt." That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade; how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.

You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.

A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug.