“Longings. What is there to say about longings that hasn't already been said?”

“Hasn't it been a long time since you had a flying dream?”

“...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.”

“Every word out of your mouth," he pants, "has been a lie, hasn't it?""No," I say softly. "Not everything.""What about your name?" he says. "Is your name even Rhine?”

“The truth is this. It isn’t about winning anymore. It hasn't been about winning for a long time. It's about surviving." “There were no negotiations, no attempts at making some kind of peace. When their ships landed along the coast, they knew what that had come here for. They came here to kill and that’s what they’ve done.” "Listen friend. The city is lost, and we have very little time. What's your name?" "Andor.”

“I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.”