We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.

In a kinder world," he whispered, "one I promise you I've seen, men and women flirt and dance and love with only the fear of what it would mean without the other in their lives.

Sometimes... sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.

How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

When I grow, I'm going to be my mother.

I don't despise you for what you allowed to happen to me. I despise you because when I was released, you refused to be found and I needed you more than anything in my life. Not to mend my broken bones, Arjuro. I needed my brother to mend my broken spirit.

...the greatest weapon against big stupid men was a sharp mind.