" We,” she repeated, laughing as though both hurt and astounded. “It really is ‘we’ now, isn’t it?” With a shy, even scared, smile, she helped him pull free his weathered robes. “When I can’t find you,” he said, “or even when you turn away, I feel … I feel hollow, as though my heart’s a thing of smoke … Isn’t that ‘we’? "

― R. Scott Bakker , The Warrior Prophet (The Prince of Nothing, #2)