The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.

I have had to give up so much, so many selves and lives already. I have grown up and out of the rubble of my old lives, of things and people I have cared for.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

Here's something else you might as well learn now: If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else. That's a rule too. And something must die so that others can live.

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.