Przemysl taught me long ago not to divide people by their country, their religion, or even their preferences in politics. The city taught me how to put people in their proper places on the map. And I know exactly where to place my nurses.

He thought she was someone who could break the pattern of history. And he was offering to break it with her.

What if the Ancients used the number of ticks to mark the time of day, instead of the height of the sun or moon? so highmoon could happen here... ” “That way highmoon is not the time; highmoon is happening at the different time every night. If you’re counting the ticks as time.

We’re always living days we can never get back. So we make new ones. That’s all.

I put on embarrassment in the same way I put on Liliya’s dress. It clings to my skin.

Credo che tuo zio Tulman abbia perso il suo equilibrio mentale.

Her grief for both of them was flavored with guilt the way salt flavors the sea; she could taste it in the tears.

Have you ever thought, ” he said after a moment, “that perhaps... all of this could have happened before? That the people of the Time Before, no matter how weak we think them, that they were only making the mistakes of their ancesters and that we, in turn, are only making the same mistakes as them? Technology or no? That the time changes but people do not, and so we are never really moving forward, only around a bend? That the world only ever turns in circles. do you think that could be so?

It had taught me that people like to divvy up one another with names. Jew. Catholic. German. Pole. But these were the wrong names. They were the wrong dividing lines. Kindness. Cruelty. Love and hate. These were the borders that mattered.

Daughter stealer.