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

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.

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

Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

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.