I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.

Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.

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

I had really great parents who always gave me lots of opportunity for choice, but I didnt always realize how rare that was for a girl for them to say, You can be a mom or have a career or do both or do something we havent thought of yet.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.