Communication. This lack of word from the outside world might drive even him crazy shortly. It was as bad as prayer, talking to a god who never talke… - Lois McMaster Bujold

For Berry, you just be there, Whit. Be the one person in the wide green world she doesn't have to explain it to, because you were there and saw it all for yourself. Hand her a clean cloth if she cries or bleeds, and some warm thing for the pain that doubles her over. The time to hold her will come. This day isn't over yet.

Save me from that! To pour your life into sons for eighteen or twenty years, and then have the government take them away and waste them cleaning up after some failure of politics—no thanks.

So slight a compression of the lips, and widening of the eyes, to convey so much amusement and contempt.