“And suddenly I feel weak, like every question in my head has collided against each other and won't let me think.”

“Mum says when wanting collides with getting, that's the moment of truth. I want to collide. I want to run right into Shadow and let the force spill our thoughts so we can pick each other up and pass each other back like piles of shiny stones.”

“And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.”

“You think I pretend weakness?"She nodded. "Not weakness, but you like to let others think they're in control, when it's you.”

“The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept.”

“I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.”