Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.

Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.

Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both.