Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.

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

amazingly, i'd actually forgotten that i'm supposed to be plain. i'm so used to alex telling me i'm beautiful. i'm so used to feeling beautiful around him. a hollow opens up in my chest. this is what life will be like without him: everything will become ordinary again. i'll become ordinary again.

like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.

That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.

And even if she isn’t—even if by some miracle, she survived the escape and has been squeezing out a living in the Wilds—she would never join forces with the resisters. She would never be violent or vengeful. Not Lena, who used to practically faint when she pricked a finger, who couldn’t even lie to a teacher about being late. She wouldn’t have the stomach for it.