“Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home?
For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back. All my life the god
of the Mountain has been wooing me. Oh, look up once at least before the end
and wish me joy. I am going to my lover. Do you not see now?”
“When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman.”