This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

The only thing worse than having no friends is being pitied for having no friends.

I was glad when the Invalids were executed. Some people complained that lethal injection was too humane for convicted terrorists, but I thought it sent a powerful message: We are not the evil ones. We are reasonable and compassionate. We stand for fairness, structure, and organization. It’s the other side, the uncureds, who bring the chaos.

...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started spinning overhead. Hana was laughing and giggling, but I didn't like it, didn't like the sweet sick taste in my mouth or the way my thoughts seemed to break apart like a mist in the sun.