So I looked at the people she loved. What she had trapped in Plexiglas, what she had trapped like fossil beetles in amber, were the images of a large part of our karass. There wasn't a granfallooner in the collection.
"She broke my heart. I didn't like that much. But that was the price. In this world, you get what you pay for." (59.13)
Tears filled [Mona's] eyes. She adored her promiscuity; was angered that I should try to make her feel shame. "I make people happy. Love is good, not bad." (93.26)