Welcome to the free world. We give people the power to choose. They can even choose the wrong thing. Beautiful, isn't it?

Fourth period I have "life skills", which is what they call gym when you're old enough to be offended by forced physical activity (Elody thinks they should call it slavery instead, for accuracy).

Requiem has been controversial because people dont feel I gave it closure.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

They couldn’t have known that even this was a lie—that we never really choose, not entirely. We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven’t chosen at all. But maybe happiness isn’t in the choosing. Maybe it’s in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again