“It's what we do, we continue on. Yet, what is the point? There is nothing ahead of us when there is nothing left of us.”

“Is there more to see?" Brixton asks. "No. Just a long walk back to hope.”

“And I realize, so suddenly that it hurts, just how empty a creature can be, while still filled to the brim with drowning agony.”

“No amount of speed could break me of this darkness... The sorrow is ever clinging to me.”

“Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.”

“You forget all of it anyway. First, you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just ...”

“It is strange how easy it is to remember pain.”

“Sometimes... I feel like I can't picture him anymore. Like I'm forgetting him... I forget the way he looked when he smiled. The sound of his voice. The way his hand felt wrapped around mine. And it...”

“If we can become still and open-minded we might all feel that unseen hand on our shoulder, letting us know we are not alone.”

“If we an become still and open-minded, we might all feel the unseen comforting hand on our shoulder letting us know we are not alone.”

“It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.”