I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.

They've lied about everything.-about the fence, and the existence of Invalids, about a million other things besides. They told us the raids were carried out for our own protection. They told us the regulators were only interested in keeping the peace. They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, maight also be a lie.

Popularity's a weird thing. You can't really define it, and it's not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.

Sometimes I feel like she deserves a best friend who is just a little more special.

Finishing books - and leaving the world you've created - is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry.

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.