I am her tribute. Survival is my gift to her.

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

Those things that are the most obvious are the very things we've most likely to overlook.

I am an alien, I have extraordinary powers, with more to come, and I can do things that no human would dream of, but I still look like a fool.

A place is only as good as the people in it.

During the fire: 'Some of the drunker ones don't move. Some of them laugh. One person says, "Where's the marshmallows?" Mark slaps him across the face. "GET OUT!" he screams.

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.