Soooo," Arriane said. "Now you've met Randy." "I thought his name was Cam." "We're not talking about him," Arriane said quickly. "I mean the she-man in there." Arriane jerked her head toward the office where they'd left the attendant in front of the TV. "Whaddya think-dude or chick?" "Uh, chick?" Luce said tentativley. "Is this a test?" Arriane cracked a smile. "The first of many. And you passed. At least, I think you passed. The gender of most of the faculty here is an ongoing, schoolwiide debate. Don't worry, you'll get into it.

Mortality is the most romantic story ever told. Just one chance to do everything you should. Then, magically, you move on.

Free will...it's all the rage these days

Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.

Daniel didn't have to shoulder his punishment alone anymore. It was something they could do together.

Trust is a careless pursuit.

Do I need to ease up on the psychedelics, or did LP just recall one of her past lives unprompted at the most crucial juncture ever?