[Gonturan] is a true friend, but a friend with thoughts of her own, and the thoughts of others are dangerous.

Roses are for love. Not silly sweet-hearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life'll give you and that pours out of you when you're given the best instead.

The insides of our own minds are the scariest things there are.

But it was equally clear to her that this was her fate, that she had called its name and it had come to her, and she could do nothing now but own it.

Can you trust me, he said. Not will you. Can you. Can I trust him? What do I have to lose?

Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not.

But I'm going to try to tell the truth. Except for the parts I'm leav­ing out, because there's still stuff I'm just not going to tell you. Get used to it.