Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.

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.

I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.

There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.

We can change so many times in our lives. We're born into a family, and it's the only life we can imagine, but it changes. Buildings collapse. Fires burn. And the next second we're someplace else entirely, going through different motions and trying to keep up with this new person we've become.

She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.