I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

We just have to learn to meet each other halfway okay?

I think that we vote, not to get the best party in, but to keep the worst party out.

If she’s out here and not locked up in the barracks, I’ll know,” he said. He took a deep breath and whistled. “You share a whistle?” Trevanion said in disbelief. “Do you have a problem with that?” Finnikin asked. “I have a few whistles,” Lucian murmured. “Very confusing sometimes.” “Whistles are meant for combat,” Trevanion said. “Not wooing women. Women do not understand whistles.

People aren’t interested in the truth, Dafar. They’re interested in what keeps them safe. They’re interested in being looked after. They’re interested in a tale being spun... Mighty men have moments of great despair that common people do not want to know about.

Don't let me outlive this woman. Don't let me exist one moment without her.

God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.