...I said I was sorry.” “Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.

The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.

It seemed she was in a cathedral—if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.

We are the beginning ... We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.

Take up a weapon and you become an instrument with as pure a purpose as the weapon itself: to find arteries and open them, limbs and sever them; to take what is alive and deliver it unto death.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better." "Or worse," said Liraz. "Yes," he conceded. "Usually worse." Hazael cut in. "My sister, Sunshine, and my brother, Light. You two should rally the ranks. You'll have us killing ourselves by morning.

It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.