I'm just a butterfly, a mourning cloak, sealed inside a cocoon with blnd eyes and stiky wings. And suddenly I wonder if the cocoons sometimes do not open, if the butterfly inside is ever simply not strong enough to break through.
Ally CondieI can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.
Ally Condie