The Story of Solomon is the only way I know how to explain. And then, in smaller letters: Forgive me.

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

That's the beauty of the cure. No one mentions those lost, hot days in the field, when Thomas kissed Rachel's tears away and invented worlds just so he could promise them to her, when she tore the skin off her own arm at the thought of living without him.

It's the way he says my name: like music.

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

Fred is officially the mayor of Portland now.

Yeah, but our choices are limited. We choose from a list that they chose for us." She said. "Well, Choices are supposed to be limited. That's life" I snapped