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

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.

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.

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

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

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.