This is bizarre," I say. "I think it's beautiful," he says. I give him a look. "What?" He laughs a little. "They each have an equal role in government; they each feel equally responsible. And it makes them care; it makes them kind. I think that's beautiful.

The gun goes off. I fall.

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

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton

What good is a prepared body if you have a scattered mind?