People become trustworthy when they are trusted.

The images were gone, but Calvin was there, was with her, was part of her. She had moved beyond knowing him in sensory images to that place which is beyond images. Now she was kything Calvin, not red hair, or freckles, or eager blue eyes, or the glowing smile; nor was she hearing the deep voice with the occasional treble cracking; not any of this, but - Calvin. She was with Calvin, kything with every atom of her being, returning to him all the fortitude and endurance and hope which he had given her.

Don't try to comprehend with your mind. Your minds are very limited. Use your intuition.

Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named

Conversion for me was not a Damascus Road experience. I slowly moved into an intellectual acceptance of what my intuition had always known.

A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

I have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive.