They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.

And I learned that sometimes when someone says something so devastatingly perfect, there isn't a need for a response. The words said it all.

That's right," said Door. Her cheek lightly grazed and her dirty reddish hair was tangled; tangled but not matted. And her eyes...Richard realized that he could not tell what color her eyes were. They were not blue, or green, or brown, or gray; they reminded him of fire opals: there were burning greens and blues, and even reds and yellows that vanished and glinted as she moved.

While you're deep in something, you never say or do what you need to. It's always after the fact, when it's too late, that you realize what you should've said or done.