“both of us hapless outcasts at the farther end of the sky; meeting like this, why must we be old friends to understand one another?”

“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.”

“What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!”

“It slowly dawned on the volunteers that they were not patients but subjects; separated from their friends and community in Kalaupapa, they felt like outcasts among outcasts.”

“End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.”

“Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.”