Clergyman's

“Don’t kill me,’ said the knight. ‘I yield. I yield. You can’t kill a man at mercy.’Lancelot put up his sword and went back from the knight, as if he were going back from his own soul. He felt in his heart cruelty and cowardice, the things which made him brave and kind.’Get up,’ he said. ‘I won’t hurt you. Get up, go.’The knight looked at him, on all fours like a dog, and stood up, crouching uncertainly.Lancelot went away and was sick.”
— T.H. White

“Makers?” said Toby. Jaysir nodded.”We’re not loners, you know. There just weren’t any on Wallop. We love to get together, we just refuse to engage in social relations that are based on material inequity.”
— Karl Schroeder

“So the first time she and Leo combusted, she’d practically been poised for the breakup. In some inexplicable way, she’d been looking forward to it and all its attendant drama, because wasn’t there something nearly lovely–when you were young enough–about guts churning and tear ducts being put to glorious overuse? She recognized the undeniable satisfaction of the first emotional fissure because an unraveling was still something grown-up and, therefore, life affirming. See? The broken heart signalled. I loved enough to lose; I felt enough to weep. Because when you were young enough, the stakes of love were so very small, nearly insignificant. How tragic could a breakup be when it was part of the fabric of expectation from the beginning? The hackneyed fights, the late-night phone calls, the indignant recounting for friends over multiple drinks and in earshot of an appropriately flirtatious bartender–it was theatre for a certain type of person . . . Until it wasn’t.”
— Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney