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

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle-it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

Teens find out a lot from other teens.