When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?

It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.

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.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible

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.