Gabe?" The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered.

I think I've written 40 books, and none of them have been heavy on action. I'm an introspective person.

It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong?

Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?

He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself

"I liked the feeling of love," [Jonas] confessed. He glanced nervously at the speaker on the wall, reassuring himself that no one was listening. "I wish we still had that," he whispered. "Of course," he added quickly, "I do understand that it wouldn't work very well. And that it's much better to be organized the way we are now. I can see that it was a dangerous way to live." [...] "Still," he said slowly, almost to himself, "I did like the light they made. And the warmth."