“I am, in the end, what you made me.”

“I'm not a man. I have no male pride for you to trick me with, and I am not interested in single combat. That is entirely a weakness of your sex, not mine. I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want.”

“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”

“You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.”

“We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

“You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?”

“I may be a killer," Jace said, "but I know what I am. Can you say the same?”