“This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.”
“Outside, beyond what is right and wrong, there exists a vast field. We will find each other there”
“Soul mates do always find each other, Artemis thought.”
“When he speaks again, I can tell that he's smiling. "So I guess we saved each other.”
“We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.”
“We journey to the day,And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.”