“If it makes you feel better though, she is well worth it. (Draven)I hope you can still say that when they’re scooping your entrails out and you’re still alive to feel it. (Simon)”

“Oh, Draven. You’re my hero too! If not for you, that mean old boar would have eaten me alive. (Simon)Get off me, you nimble-pated gelding. (Draven)”

“I still don't see how it would make me feel any better to think of the pain in my hip and spine as anything other than my most loyal and valuable companion, the continuous nonvoice in my ear that says, You got out alive and you still get to go.”

“What do you say when you feel your life is taken right from your chest, even though I miraculously find myself still breathing?”

“Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?”

“Well, if nothing else, you are that rock. You can look at it and know that even though the elements can change your shape, you’re still you at the core.”