Don't give in to fear. Be strong, like i know you are. An never give up, d'you unnerstand, never. No matter what happens.I stare at him.I won't, I says. I ain't no quitter, Pa.That's my girl.

Ever heard of the rule of three? he shouts as we run.No!If you save somebody's life three times, their life belongs to you. You saved my life today, that makes once. Save it twice more an I'm all yers.

Marry me, he says. I got all my own teeth, I wash twice a year an I'll cut you in fer half the business here.

Wisdom ain't a virtue I ever aspired to.

I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's-More, like a person than a bird? I says.Yeah, she says. That's it.Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.

Fer in our dreams we find ourselves. Who we were. Who we are. Who we can become. Sleep. Dream.

There are some people, she says, not many, who have within them the power to change things. The courage to act in the service of somethin greater than themselves.

Lugh goes first always first an I follow on behind. An that's fine. That's right. That's how it's meant to be.

I weep fer the livin. I weep fer the dead. I weep fer the yet to be born.

This might not mean much to you right now, but fer what it's worth, I'll tell you. Maybe I know better'n most. Life ain't black an white. People ain't neether. Family, friends, lovers. It's all a lot more complicated. The longer I live, the more I see, the less I know fer sure. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart. So dry yer tears. Whoever he is, he won't be cryin over you. Men never do. That's the one thing I do know fer sure. Now, muck up them boots a bit.

There's some wounds that run too deep to be seen. They're the most dangerous.

Maybe I did mean to kill myself. I didn't think it outright but...maybe the truth is, I didn't--I don't--much care one way or th'other.

I laugh. Yer crazy, I says.I was fine till I met you, he says.

The mask's back in place. The heard-it-all smile. The seen-it-all eyes.

You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what it'ud be like to kiss you.

How can you make light of it? I says. What should I do? She says. Cry fer the rest of my life? Molly of the Many Sorrows?...You got battle scars. This is mine, she says. You know what it tells me? I'm a survivor.

But tears don't bring back the dead. I learned that.

Sometimes the strong give birth to the weak. An sometimes the weak grow to be strong

We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t.