When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.

But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.

It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.

One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll return to the Separates, and you'll feel the rain once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will.

There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.