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“Cut yourself some slack. I bet you used to be a babe until the Gardeners got to you.”Used to be, thinks Toby. That about sums up everything. Nevertheless she was pleased: she hadn’t had a gender-weighted compliment for some time.

In any case, time is not a thing that passes, said Pilar: it’s a sea on which you float.

Amanda knows already. She doesn’t judge. She says you trade what you have to. You don’t always have choices.

She’d learned a lot of things from Zeb in his Urban Bloodshed Limitation classes: in Zeb’s view, the first bloodshed to be limited should be your own.

Even when she sleeps, she’s listening, as animals do – for a break in the pattern, for an unknown sound, for a silence opening like a crack in rock.

Бог ходит в нежном рассветном Саду нашей Души, но также рыщет в ее ночных Лесах. Он не ручной Зверь, друзья мои; Он дикое Существо, и мы не можем подзывать Его к себе и командовать Им, как собакой.

We must cast a wide net, said Adam One, although some of the fish may be small. Also we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there’s nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.