I am never going to make that decision for you. You are my daughter, and I will always be your sounding board and give you advice, but I can't just tell you what to do. Not like that. You are your own person, and you have to make the choice you can live with.

Някои хора си остават пречупени. Други събират парчетата и ги залепват отново, но всичките им остри ръбове си личат

Unas cuantas estarán... No bien, supongo, pero tan bien como les sea posible. Si algo intenta destruirlas, quemarán el mundo para que caiga con ellas.

A trauma doesn't stop just because you've been rescued.

You seem to have this strange image of me as a lost child, like I've just been thrown on the side of the road like garbage or roadkill. But kids like me, we're not lost; we may be the only ones who never are.

When silence is a living thing, it can be a friend, sometimes even a comfort.

How do you put yourself back together when the pieces permanently lost are the only reasons anyone's looking at you?

It’s about the eyes, really. If you’ve seen enough, you just look older, no matter what the rest of your face looks like.

Her apartment is up on the second floor, and she pauses with her key in the lock. "It might be a little messy right now," she says apologetically. "I've been going though everything to pull donations.""Is there a clear path?""Yes.""Are there bugs?""No," she says more slowly, giving me a sideways stink-eye."Is anything growing?""No!""Then we're good.""You have depressingly low standards," she sighs, and pushes the door open to flick on the entry light.

I want to be down in Rosemont before the sun rises."His startled cursing follow me to the line. When I get back with my hot chocolate and his nervous twitch in a cup, Archer's alone at the table. "Before dawn?" he asks sourly."Or as close to it as possible. Have you ever seen the sunrise through stained glass, Agent Archer?""No," he says morosely. "I'm okay with that not changing.""But it's my birthday."He signs and sips his coffee.