“Sometimes love needed a lift from its guardian angels, to get its feet off the ground. But once it made its first early beats toward flight, it had to be trusted to take wing on its own and soar past the highest conceivable heights, into the heavens-and beyond.”

“Well, as much as I love kicking asses and taking names, it's way past curfew for you three"- Arriane”

“Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it's a good way to get yourself killed.”

“Sometimes love was not about winning, but about wise sacrifice and the realiability of friends like Arianne. Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.”

“Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.”

“Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia.”

“Was their love worth the erasure of the world and all its stories?”