Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

“I swing my arms to loosen myself up. Place my fists on my hips. then drop them …”

“It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.”

“so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists”

“I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia”