“Frustration comes from fighting your own momentum.”

“The discontent and frustration that you feel is entirely your own creation.”

“My own fault. The equipment had safeties but your primary piece of protective equipment was your brain. There was a presumption that anyone entering this room was intelligent enough to keep away from hot things, sharp things, and things carrying large stores of momentum.”

“What are they fighting about?” Saba listened for a moment and closed her eyed in frustration. “They’re arguing scripture.” “Your brother is arguing scripture? With an angel?”

“... Your body is not a tragedy. It is the only one you get, no matter how much it may challenge, confound, frustrate, or thrill you, and fighting your body isn't worth the hurt and the divide.”

“Your own family resemblances are a frustrating code, most easily read by those who know you least.”