“I keep telling myself that, and most of the time I believe it.”

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

“I don't fool myself that I hold her together—she does that on her own—but holding her keeps me from flying apart.”

“Cassia and I sit as near to each other as we can. She leans into me and I keep my arms around her. I don't fool myself that I hold her together- she does that on her own- but holding her keeps me from flying apart.”

“There's a reason they didn't keep this poem. This poem tells you to fight.”

“What did you think about?" I wish I could tell him that I thought about him, but I lied to him once and I won't do it again. And besides, I wasn't thinking about Xander either. "I thought about angels," I say."Angels?""You know. The ones in the old stories. How they can fly to heaven." "Do you think anyone believes in them anymore?" He asks."I don't know. No. Do you?""I believe in you," he says, his voice hushed and almost reverent. "That's more faith than I ever thought I'd have.”

“And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.”