He'd fight all her dragons, every last one of them, and she didn't even have to ask.

His locked on hers, steady and intense. 'That was your last first kiss, Josephine Duprey,' he said softly.

So...what do you want to do?"
He didn't even have to think about it.
"Kiss you again.

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.

I wonder if he'll ever see the truth in my own heart: that, whatever Dustpelt says, however much Fireheart breaks the warrior code, I love him more that I could imagine loving any other cat. And if Fireheart knew, would he love me, too?
- Sandstorm

EMMETT (on being a 'mama's boy'): Poppy teases me for being a mama’s boy. She ain’t wrong, but my ma’s worth acting stupid over. She raised me in a rough world without losing her ability to be tender.