“Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.”

“That she could smile while I hurt in ways I could not understand—it broke something in me. I did not understand the heart of her, then. She is made of brightness, too much for sorrow. Such a glad spirit—I am humbled now that she shared it with me.”

“I couldn't help what I'd done before I learned it was wrong. I could only do better in the future.”

“Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.”

“Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.”

“Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.”

“I want to drag you off and hide you away,” he whispered. “Why?” “I always knew you were beautiful, but now everyone else will too. I won’t be able to keep other boys away from you, and it’ll make me crazy.”