Gratitude takes less energy than anger.

Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.

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.

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

People want incongruous, impossible things.