When you’ve been poor all your life, you never really think it could be any other way. And sometimes you’re even happy, because at least you’ve got your family and your health and your arms and legs and a roof over your head.

I’ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.

I take a step toward him and grin cheerfully. "With all due respect, I don't see the Republic tacking up wanted posters with your pretty face on them.

Mom used to say that having three boys was kind of like having a pet tornado that talked back.

He loves you, really he does. He'd love you even if it destroyed him. He matches you.

Well...can't be any more dangerous than your crazy hospital break-in yeah?"-Tess (pg 59)

I can feel his presence here in every stone he has touched, every person he has lifted up, every street and alley and city that he has changed in the few years of his life, because he is the Republic, he is our light, and I love you, I love you, until the day we meet again I will hold you in my heart and protect you there, grieving what we never had, cherishing what we did. I wish you were here. I love you, always.