It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.

In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.

I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.