“We'd had a hundred conversations with our eyes, with our senses, with our hands and movements, with not a word spoken.”

“Books are love letters (or apologies) passed between us, adding a layer of conversation beyond our spoken words.”

“You've got better boobs," I acknowledged. And just as we'd done each time we'd had this boobs-versus-legs conversation, we looked down at our chests. Ogled. Compared.”

“No soul moves alone through the world, Leweth. Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of world spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the movements of another should to carry our own...NO one's soul moves alone, Leweth. When one love dies, on must learn to love another.”

“After all we'd been through, we still couldn't take our heads from out of our asses or our hands from around each other's throats.”

“For the first time ever, I felt ashamed of my species. The volcano had taken our homes, our food, our automobiles, and our airplanes, but it hadn't taken our humanity. No, we'd given that up on our own.”