" Why?” she asked, finally. “Why are you so nice? It doesn’t make sense. I’m not your woman. I’m not your people.” “We’re all each other’s people. Just like we’re all our brothers’ keepers. We forget it sometimes. When everything’s going to pieces, people can forget. But in the end? We’re all in it together. You are my people, Maria. No question in my mind. "

― Paolo Bacigalupi , The Water Knife