The priests and the scientists are right about one thing: At our heart, at our base, we are no better than animals.

That's the thing about faith. It works.

Everytime he brushes me with his fingers, time seems to tether for a second, like it is in danger of dissolving. The whole world is dissolving, I decide, except for us. Us.

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.

This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

Po flickered. "Thank you?" it repeated. "What is that?" Liesl thought. "It means, You were wonderful," she said. "It means, I couldn't have done it without you.