If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.
You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.
Life…never gave me a chance to be soft.
Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.
Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.