There are those individuals who die for a cause, and we say they have made the ultimate sacrifice. We call them martyrs, and we never doubt their sincerity. Yet many others search their entire lives for something—or someone—worth dying for and this is very different. These are the lonely and the desperate, fearful that their lives have no meaning. They yearn for the bullet, if only someone else will pull the trigger.

This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.

So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.

Obeying orders just to obey is the mark of a person who has ceased to think. Remember, it is better to suffer for doing what is right rather than for doing what is wrong.

My English teacher said that a writer is the worst judge of his own work.

The familiar was usually invisible; how many people really noticed everything they saw?

Those brain-zapped kids weren’t the only - or maybe even the worst - enemy.