Finder

She lifted her head. "It's easier," she said, slowly, "to be angry on someone else's behalf than on my own. And yet I find I have a well of anger in me, that I have been filling for years from my own hurts. If I spill it out in defense of another, I can deny it's mine.

You have to break an omelette to make eggs.

Is negative space the space you don't like, or the space that is not there? And if it's not there how can you tell?

Are you decent?" Tick-Tick called through the door. I said what I was supposed to: "No, but I'm dressed.

You're not bothering me. I'm not doing anything." Well, I was breathing, and my heart was beating. But the rest of me wasn't busy.

If I had to, I'd fight it like death itself. But with you, I don't have to.

I see the light at the end of the candle.

It's better to be happy than comfortable, if you can't have both.