I NEED YOU. YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH. BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU.

“Do not make a joke of my faith, Clementine Kesh.”

“Make brave and heroic decisions!”

YOU – “Are these not your memories?” PALEDRIVER – “They are someone’s memories. What difference does it make if it’s me or not? They’re beautiful. That is all that matters. Beautiful and true – and they will win. They’re *coming* for this, you know… All of this.”

“My name is Morning’s Observation, and I'm here to change what you think about milk.”

“I feel like people are always speaking with their eyes, their bodies, their hands, gestures, intonation, and their words – only mostly all we hear are the words. And the words get in the way. So if we just spoke with our eyes we might get closer to the truth.”

At the end you get an ice skating rink!

Iscend whispered “Gaios.”

“it is on SIGHT for mr. wickham!!! i WISH i had paintings of the people i hated in my house!! i wish i did!! because then people would come over and be like ‘yo what’s up–’ ‘THAT’S MR. WICKHAM!!!! IF YOU SEE HIM, YOU CALL ME!!!!’”

“It was beautiful, being there with Elliot. It was like there was nothing except him and me. I remember his palms, his chest, his chin, but it was like we were more than just our bodies. As if our essence was there in the darkness.”

“That first day at work when I looked around and realized that I was like, surrounded by people I could count on. That we had – we had built something good.”

“Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”

I cry at the start of every movie I guess ‘cause I wish I was making things too

“I love a book that makes me cry.”

When we reach the edge, we will Leap.

CONCEPTUALIZATION – Why wouldn’t they be? Are the lungs not the place where you hold the breath of your soul?

“That first day at work when I looked around and realized that I was like, surrounded by people I could count on. That we had – we had built something good.”

+1: The lieutenant trusts you. +2: Kim *truly* trusts you.

“You ever have one of those long days? When nothin’ seems to fall into place? Where it feels like everything you work for, everything you touch ain’t nothin’. Or reverse that, that it is nothin’, that nothin’s is all there is.”

Do you think there could be a universe next door?

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

+1: The lieutenant trusts you. +2: Kim *truly* trusts you.

Yes -- you’re ready to start building communism again. You’ve built it before, they’ve built it before. Hasn’t really worked out yet, but neither has love -- should we just stop building love, too?

“I should have walked away a long time ago. I just couldn’t have before you.”

“Tell him none of this is his fault. It was already burning. He’s just the first spark of the fire. Tell him he knows everything he needs to know and feels everything he needs to feel. And when the day comes and those two pull together, he will be an unstoppable force for good.”

Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky.

I love it when a plan comes together.

“When does something become history, Primary? Like, how long until whatever it is we do here starts being the sort of thing that future agents refer to with a sort of romantic distance? How long before another Primary halfway across the Arm is telling another Satellite about us?”

And like, there is this like, breath of creativity. This is the Breath of Hieron, right? That comes into the room tonight. And it’s a nice night.

But Yawa and Baru had failed to destroy each other. Instead they’d fallen into each other’s arms (not literally, as far as he knew: Baru was still running experiments on the diver Ulyu Xe’s endurance) and developed an admittedly charming seditious streak.

“I’ve been blessed with good friends.”

I admire anyone who can... y’know, who can find their way in one direction and then find their way back.

“I’m living on borrowed time. Keep up their fight.”

“We forgive our friends their darkness and focus on their light. Assuming the light returns. If it doesn’t, well, the friend must want to sleep, so shut the door and leave them to it.”

“Of course I’m afraid. But there’s a difference between fear and losing your nerve.”

“I stand for Baru Cormorant,” Hu says, and then, winking, “and she lies for me.”

Over three thousand years old. Infinitely ambitious. And still only seventeen.

Demani Dusk was not the first to cry at the overwhelming vastness of possibility. But she, who once had the power to erase this system from existence entirely, cried deeper than anyone else.

They let you leave. We’ve always known you were ‘Owned’ and not ‘Hunted’. Now we know why.

You’re young enough to touch things. You’re young enough to make things go different. Do not squander that.

“Do you like falling asleep or waking up better?” “Oh, definitely falling asleep. Um... I – I really just – I love that feeling of drifting off, I like the way that your mind can wander at those last moments? Waking up is just like, a reminder that you have stuff to do.”

Throndir helped me get where I am today, and I owe them for it.

YOU – Are you the miracle? INSULINDIAN PHASMID – No. You are the miracle. CONCEPTUALIZATION – It was you. Coming from the west. From the Whirling. You were coming...

“The god of storms has been the patron of my house since before we left Earth. I’m not gonna die in a rainstorm on some inconsequential rock.”

Remember this: try.

A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.

“You didn’t come here to investigate some tower. You came here to find your Lord. The Undying Fire. King-God of the Order of the Eternal Princes. Samothes Himself. But I am sorry to say, you will not find him here. All you will find, Hadrian, is the story of how he died.”

At first Barhu didn’t understand. But there was a light on Kimbune, some astral delight, and she was, in this shining light, with this secret in her, almost dizzyingly beautiful: not attractive, not lust-invoking, but worthy of veneration and protection and awe.

“Tau?” he said, in bemusement. “But…” “But what? But I’m too kind to tell the truth? But I’m too gentle to lay it out in public? But I’m too soft to do this to you?”

“The god of storms has been the patron of my house since before we left Earth. I’m not gonna die in a rainstorm on some inconsequential rock.”