What's with what you're wearing?" Griggs asks while we stand outside waiting for the others. "It's pretty hideous, isn't it?" I say. "Don't force me to look at it," he says. "It's see-through." That kills conversation for a couple of seconds.

You can't go around feeling too much.

This is war," he say quietly. "Well thank God you're dressed for it, Griggs.

Just say up on the hill is the meaning of life and someone knew it and they wanted everyone else to enjoy it. So they put a red vinyl sofa up there.

Are you an idiot, or an idiot?' Gargarin hissed. 'The first one. I really resent being called the second.

You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?

Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing.