Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.
Show, not tell, right? Action, not words. You don’t want to hear how sorry I am or how things will be different this time. You want to see it with your own eyes. And until I can show you that, you won’t tell me what I want to hear.
Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.
Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.
Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.