Hope is often bitter, but it drives us, and we cling.

If hearts really could sink, Kaylin's was busily rearranging her internal organs.

Generally, I like to appear smart. I don't admit being stupid when there's any hope I'm not.

I'm missing something, aren't I?" "Brains", he snapped. "And survival instinct. The Hawklord's been waiting for you for three hours." "Tell him I'm dead.

You are an... animal? A talking animal?" Without missing a beat, Teela said, "Of course not. She's much, much harder to train.

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over.