I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain.

I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.

When I was 11 or 12, I was really bored with everything on my summer reading list. It was all happy, middle-grade kinds of books. I was getting frustrated, because I liked to read. My mother went to the library and got me a copy of 'The Other Side of Midnight' by Sidney Sheldon. It was my first adult book.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.