“My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.”

“Laughter was like a fresh breeze - it cleaned its way through the body making everything feel good. Did other species have such a simple healer?”

“There’s something… strange about the way you two are together. The way he watches you — it’s so… protective. Like he’s about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.”

“I'd loved in so many bodies, but never one I loved like this. Never one that I craved in this way. Of course, this would be the one I'd have to give up. The irony made me laugh, and I concentrated on the feel of the air that popped in little bubbles from my chest and up through my throat. Laughter was like a fresh breeze - it cleaned its way through the body, making everything feel good. Did other species have such a simple healer? I couldn't remember one.”

“For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned....”

“‎Imprinting on someone is like... Like when you see her... Everything changes. All of a sudden, its not gravity holding you to the planet. It's her... Nothing else matters.”

“The way I feel about you will never change. Of course I love you—and there's nothing you can do about it!”“That's all I needed to hear.”