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

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.

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.

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

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

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?

There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.