“He was intensity. He was strength. He was driving will and stubborn determination. He was reckless passion and guarded distrust. He was fucking beautiful.”

“Malick to Jacin: "There is no trade anymore, you're not nothing, you didn't kill Caidi, you're going to be the most beautiful-dangerous Incendiary the gods have ever seen, and I fucking love you. Deal with it.”

“Heeeeeere kitty-kitty, stupid fucking kitty.”

“Caidi to Jacin: "Do you know why I love you?"Jacin: "No."Caidi: "Because you love so big, even when you don't want to. Because you can't help it. And because you need it back, but you don't know how to take it.”

“You've invented your own way of being, and perhaps it might be 'odd' to one who has no idea of the life you've led, but to one who does..." Brayden paused, shrugged. "To one who does, it's...it's...I haven't got a word. It's astounding”

“when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because”

“Legend tells us that the High King of Tara, who ruled supreme over all the Kings of Ireland, looked out from his castle one day during the festival of Eostre and saw a fire blazing away on a far hillside. Furious with this obvious disregard for the law, for which the penalty was death, he sent out soldiers to arrest the guilty party. When the soldiers arrived at the hillside they found St Patrick, the patron Saint of Ireland, piling wood onto his fire and immediately seized him. Standing before the King he was asked why he disobeyed the law, and he explained that his fire was a sign that Christ had risen from the dead and was the light of the world. The King so admired Patrick’s courage that he forgave him and became a convert to Christianity!”