Isi, I’m trying to say that you’ve been… no, you’re so, you’re–” He stopped. "You are,” he said. His hand found hers, and he held her finger tightly, as though he did not dare to do any more than hold her one hand, and look at her, and breathe deeply.

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

I can see that one can never pay back Gilsa for the fear that she will give again.

Go on, son, you're not doing me any good by bleeding.

I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).

They finished laughing and caught their breaths, and looked at each other, and Ani thought Geric looked at her too long, as though he forgot he was looking, as though he did not wish to do anything else. She looked back. Her took heart took its time quieting down.

Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.