You know the saying: he who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it. And when it's repeated, the stakes are doubled.

The wind is knocked out of me; and when I look up, I see Nine spitting blood out. He's grinning. "Are you crazy?" I ask. "You're enjoying this?" "I've been locked up for over a year. This is the best day of my life!

That's another one of Sandor's rules for hiding in plain sight: always appear to be weaker than I actually am. Never push it.

Kill that Garde as hard as you can!

I've been waiting a long to to meet you

The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

I don’t know; I still like the name Six. Maren Elizabeth was when I was a different person, and right now Six just feels right. It can be short for something if someone asks.” Sam looks over. “For what? Sixty?