My head is my favorite swimming pool.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

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

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

Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.