“Such a voice this man has. The way he sounds isn't a sound at all. It's a river into which words are thrown.”

“We knew the difference between that which cannot be expressed and that which must. We understood that while words are a path taking us only so far, they are a requisite to the journey. They are like road maps that show us which way to go.”

“The problem is this ridiculous idea that there is an us and then an other! A them to which the rules of humanity don't apply! If I could put one word on that goddamned Red List, that's the one I'd choose! Them! There is never a them, Harper! There's only us! If we could get that learned, we might just figure out how to stop killing ourselves!”

“god has shown me that conducting our lives to look like "The Untouchables" --looking like we have it all together, like we are perfect--does not leave straight path for others to follow.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, right Akhol?”He said nothing as he stepped toward the rushing water that rolled around a big rock and was swallowed whole by impenetrable darkness.“Right?” Andrew repeated, his voice swallowed by the sound of rushing water.Akhol didn’t respond again. He tapped a foot above the water before he stepped in and disappeared beneath the surface in one fluid motion.”

“It was very pleasant to savor its aroma, for smells have the power to evoke the past, bringing back sounds and even other smells that have no match in the present. -Tita”

“As soon as she set foot outside, she could hear the empty conversation and laughter resume. Like sounding brass and tinkling cymbals.”