There's always some relief in giving up.

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

I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of deliria. But I don't care. If pneumonia felt this good I'd stand out in the snow in the winter with bare feet and no coat, or march into the hospital and kiss pneumonia patients

It is a beautiful world for the people who get to play the fist.

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.

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.

...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.