“Somewherein him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with anightlike thisso the sadness could not hurt.”
“Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt”
“Leo could run pretty fast when someone was trying to kill him. Sadly, he’d had a lot of practice.”
“I had to cease to mourn what could never be and make the most of what was possible. And I would begin doing that by trying to mend the hurts of the past.”
“you mourn, you hurt and you start to heal.”
“It is tragic and sad and chaotic and lovely. All life is the same, as citizens of the human State: the animating limits are within, to be killed and mourned, over and over again.”