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.

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.

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

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

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.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?