“I can't say how you think about love, Cal," he said delicately. "I don't know how you define it, or interpret it. But for me love is a..." He searched for the right words. "Love is this cocktail of feelings: a little bit of affection, fondness, a little bit of lust, maybe even a bit of pity. The intoxication is hard to parse out, but I am intoxicated by you. I love you, Callie.” LoveLifeOrdinary Book:Androne Source: Androne
“The Old Oak died just after sunset that day to an audience of a hundred pilots, all of them long dead and somehow all killing. None of them wept for her, not even Paxton, force-fed so much emotion he had no time to digest. But he could pity, and he did - he pitied the life she had lived and the future they had created for her. But not pity, no. She didn't deserve pity. The Old Oak deserved love, and he did, he loved her.” LoveDeathEmpathyPity Book:Androne Source: Androne