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

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

Huamns, uregulated, are cruel and capricious; violet and selfish; miserable and quarrelsome. It is only after their instincts and basic emotions have been controlled that they can be happy, generous, and good.

There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.

Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it: like eating ice cream so fast on a hot day you get a splitting headache.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them.