“I believe in a new beginning. And so do many others out there—those writing on scraps to hang in the Gallery, those who continue to work hard to take care of the sick, those who dare to believe that we can all be the pilots of something new and better.”

“There is no place for someone like him in the Society, I think, for someone who can create. He can do so many things of incomparable value, things no one else can do, and the Society doesn't care about that at all.”

“I remember what Anna called the three of us.The Pilot. The Poet. The Physic.They are in all of us. I believe this. They every person might have a way to fly, a line of poetry to put down for others to see, a hand to heal.”

“I believe, sometimes in spite of myself, in grace and better things to come and a time when we will all be whole.”

“But I feel separated now, as though a clear thin wall rises up distinctly between myself and those staring at me. We can see each other, but we can't cross over.”

“They were too much to carryso I left them behindfor a new life, in a new placebut no one forgot who I was.”

“That's when I realize that the statistics the Officials give us do not matter to me. I know there are many people who are happy and I am glad for them. But this is Ky. If he is the one person who falls by the wayside while the other ninety-nine are happy and fulfilled, that is not right with me anymore. I realize that I don't care about the Officer pacing below or the other hikers among the trees, or really anything else at all, and that is when I realize how dangerous this truly is.”