Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods… But even the great can tremble with fear. Even the great can fall

— Mary E. Pearson

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

— Mary E. Pearson

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.

— Mary E. Pearson

Pieces"Isn't that what all life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more? Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough? Pieces. Allys saying "I like you"Gabriel snorting out bread freeing me to laugh. And Ethan reminding me how much I do know. Pieces. I hold them like they are life itself. They nearly are.

— Mary E. Pearson

Poetry?"..." No, just thoughts, glimpses, things running through my head.

— Mary E. Pearson

Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bennett said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I couldn't imagine it being so many things, and I wondered if she had taken license with her story as Father always claimed. I couldn't stop thinking of it. Snow.

— Mary E. Pearson

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

— Mary E. Pearson

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.

— Mary E. Pearson

Somewhere beyond all that, on an unseeable horizon, was Mórrígan and all the people who lived there, going about their lives, unaware. My brothers. Pauline. Verdi. Gwyneth. And more patrols like Walther's who would meet their deaths, as unaware as I had once been. I want to go with you. Where I was going was no place for Native. It was hardly a place for me.

— Mary E. Pearson

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.

— Mary E. Pearson