“In the enclave, the strong and the physically perfect survived, but if you were strong, you protected the weak until they had an opportunity to grow into their own power.”

“The strong survive.”

“Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.”

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

“My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.”

“You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.”

“Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died- or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing. So I would slide in and out of different roles until I discovered the one that fit me best.-Deuce, (183)”