Roland glares at Connor and Connor glares back. Then he says what he always says at moments like this. "Nice socks." Although Roland doesn't look down right away, it derails him just enough for him to back off. He doesn't check to see if his socks match until he thinks Connor isn't looking. And the moment he does, Connor snickers. Small victories are bet­ter than none.

Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem

Sure, when you're in the midst of your own suffering, it's easy to convince yourself that you're no good—but we are all tested in this life...The measure of a man is not how much he suffers in the test, but how he comes out at the end.

Touch is a freaky thing when you're not used to it. It makes you feel all kinds of things.

What he's really saying is: Please be a human being. With a life so full of rules and regiments, it's so easy to forget that's what they are. She knows—she sees—how often compassion takes a back seat to expediency.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

Dreams can twist your emotions like no reality can.