And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

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

Amazing how hope lives. Without air or water, with hardly anything at all to nurture it.

It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.

I'd rather die my way than live yours.

I was glad when the Invalids were executed. Some people complained that lethal injection was too humane for convicted terrorists, but I thought it sent a powerful message: We are not the evil ones. We are reasonable and compassionate. We stand for fairness, structure, and organization. It’s the other side, the uncureds, who bring the chaos.