There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions. We are no closer to perfection than we were one hundred years ago, or five hundred.

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.

My worries always lead to dungeons; I can't imagine a worse thing than to be imprisoned for the rest of one's life, especially with so few years to enjoy what little there is.