I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.

I feel empty, not because of sadness, but because of relief, all the tension flowing out of me.

You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

You're too important to just... die.

Living without virtues is to live divorced from society, seperated from the most important thing in life, community.

Where's Marcus, Destroyer of Lives, going to meet us?