The flip side of freedom is this: When you're completely free, you're also completely on your own.

I’m not the Hana everyone told me I would be after my cure.

And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and the dream, and its meaning, has broken over me like a wave and is ebbing away now, leaving me with a single, solid certainty. I know now.

A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to clean itself up.

They say the cure is about happiness, but I understand now that it isn't, and it never was. It's about fear: fear of pain, fear of hurt, fear, fear, fear - a blind animal existence, bumping between walls, shuffling between ever-narrowing hallways, terrified and dull and stupid.