He died fighting for what he believed in.

The platform underneath the balloon fell on her as she was trying to escape," she explained. "She was crushed." "I'd have been disappointed too.

When you are rich, people treat you with respect.

She tried to smile sympathetically, but with her face it wasn't quite possible.

Once you get into the world of dystopia, it's hard to avoid plagiarism, because other people have had such powerful visions.

He didn't want to remember anymore. remembering only hurt him... everytime.

Alex decided he’d had enough. He put down his knife. “All right,” he said. “You’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t want to work with me. Well, that’s fine. Because I don’t want to work with you either. And for what it’s worth, nobody would ever believe you were my mom because no mom would ever behave like you.” “Alex…,” Carver began. “Forget it! I’m going back to London. And if you’re Mr. Byrne asks why, you can tell him I didn’t like the jelly, so I went home to get some jam.