This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.

Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?" "I don't know any other way." "Let me show you." And then we're kissing. Or at least, I think we're kissing—I've only seen it done a couple of times, quick closed-mouth pecks at weddings or on formal occasions. But this isn't like anything I've ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: this is like music or dancing but better than both.

Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.

But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.

Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.

No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved.

This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.