Oh God, Frankie, I breathe in rhythm with that man. You think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years?

I'm beginning to realize that things don't turn out the way you want them to. And sometimes, when they don't they can turn out just a little bit better.

City people. They may know how to street fight but they don't know how to wade through manure.

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

Then he holds her and for a moment I hear total silence; that totally silent part of a cry that announces that the most horrible grief is going to follow. And it does, and he's muffling it, but I can hear and I want someone to come over and jab her with a sedative because its pitch pierces my soul.

Oh, you're one of those,' the princess said. 'One of what?' 'One of those who needs to be told their worth over and over by others. Do you know who tells me my worth, Phaedra of Alonso?' The princess pointed a hard finger at her own chest. 'Me. I determine my own worth. If I had to rely on others I'd have lain down and died waiting.