The first time I saw you, at the Governor, I handn't been to watch the birds at the border in years. But that's what you reminded me of. You were jumping up, and you were yelling something, and your hair was coming loose from your ponytail, and you were so fast..." He shakes his head. "Just a flash, and then you were gone, Exactly like a bird.

The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.

willing me to understand: that people should be sacrificed to causes, that beauty can be built on the backs of the dead.

Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.

Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.

Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.