“Yeah. A feeling. Like the whole point of my life from the alleys in Bangkok to the yachts and private island to coming here like a crazy person trying to fly a helicopter like all of it from birth to here point A to point Z was all some big cosmic trick to get me to meet you. - Sanjit to Lana”

“I used to get a big kick out of saving people’s lives. Now I wonder what the hell’s the point, since they all have to die anyway.”“Oh, there’s a point, all right,” Dunbar assured him.“Is there? What’s the point?”“The point is to keep them from dying as long as you can.”“Yeah, but what’s the point, since they all have to die anyway?”“The trick is not to think about that.”“Never mind the trick. What the hell’s the point?”Dunbar pondered in silence for a few moments. “Who the hell knows.”

“Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.”

“Whether we like it or not, we all come from someplace. And at some point in our lives, we have to make peace with that place.”

“I think back to our fearsome disaster of a night together, with the Old Yeller and the awkward and her pretty much jumping me in an alley. And then her pretty much jumping me in the car. Me pretty much wanting to jump out of my whole existence. And suddenly, I feel really grateful for that whole crazy-ass experience. I’m not sure where I’d be if it hadn’t happened, but … chances are it wouldn’t be here. It’s not like I know where stuff’s going to go from this point. Probably more difficult, scary, confusing, stressful-as-all places. But I’ve got a crazy old bastard trying to force-feed me citrus in the name of my own health, and that? That’s not something I’d trade. “Thanks, Cora,” I say. “Yeah,” she replies, with this little smile that’s almost gentle, “sure.”

“Do you love him?"Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. "He makes me feel like that. Like flying.”