“Be not fickle with your riddles, Alasír,” she said. “You and I both suspect the same thing. Someone has been out here poking the bear, if you’ll excuse me crude analogy.”

“That’s what happens when you crowd enough folks into the same sandbox: eventually they’re gonna start throwing a fit over who gets what part to play with.”

“Yup,” Heather replied. “Some jackass tries to prick me and I’m gonna prick him right back! Leave the bottle, bucko. Save ya a trip.”

“I feel it respectful to observe and practice new customs, if I am to ever understand what it truly means to be human.”

“For it is the young tree grown out of the old root which shall illuminate what the old tree has been in its wonders.”

“Has there ever been a society which has died of dissent? Several have died of conformity in our lifetime.” Jacob Bronowski in Science and Human Values”

“...and she ran out of the diesel combustion and right to me and we held each other and we were not empty at all. "Holling," she said. "I was so afraid I wouldn't find you." "I was standing right here, Heather." I said. "I'll always be standing right here.”