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A feeling can't kill you.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

Tell freedom I said hello.

Fate,' I said, 'Is a theif.

My sisters were in that van.

We writers are resilient souls.

Give me time" "For you, always.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

I miss something I never even had.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

The months fall to shards at my feet.

My head is my favorite swimming pool.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

It's never right to give up on someone.

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

Things will get worse before they get better.

The world seems so clean if you only looked up.

She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.

Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.

Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.

'Dystopian,' by definition, promises a darker story.

And if I have to die trying, I will get out of here.

I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.

Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.

I was born into a world that was already dying; I belong to it.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

In another time, in another place, I wonder who they might have been.

I never wanted to live forever," she says. "I just wanted enough time.

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who tries.

...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.

There’s a limit to how much living can be done in a life without freedom.

We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions

So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.

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