No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

If you keep your pen in the same spot for too long, you'll just get a big dark puddle of ink. So just move your hand, and go with the flow!

Real? There’s no such thing as a real Princess of Jahad. We’re all impostors.

Guts: In the end, it's just like he said.

I let myself into the passenger side, type up a few pressing notes and then climb through onto the air mattress. Sleep doesn’t come easily. I close my eyes and try to convince myself that tomorrow will be better than this harrowing day. Yet every time I make that particular argument, a voice in my head responds: 'That may depend on which way you turn.'

Hopelessness is the enemy of justice.

There's no way out now. No way out but victory.

Leslie: One day, in the distant future, things will be calm and normal, right?