“It isn't always easy between us. I admit that. But it's right between us, always.”

“There"s nothing left between us at all, is there?” she asked.For a long moment he said nothing, and the pebbles made a clicking noise in his fingers.Then, as if it gave him no pleasure at all, he replied.“Whose fault is that?”

“Being brave along does not make us smart.”

“Being brave alone does not make us smart.”

“You make me sound like some kind of moral freak."The Matrarc's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Isn't that what you are?”

“She pivoted right, and sensed the vast, open space of the wasteland stretching before her under the opaque sky, a darkness as thin and final as the velvet lining of a shroud.”

“Every tiny, happy thing makes me want to share it with you," he went on, leaning forward. "I thought I would get over this, but I can't, and I'm done trying. I understand you like no one else here ever can."-Leon Grey”