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

My stomach gets that hollowed-out feeling. It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.

I thought if I followed the rules, things would turn out all right. that's the thing about the cure, isn't it? It isn't just about deliria at all. It's about order. A path for everyone. You just have to follow it and everything will be okay. That's what the DFA is about. That's what I belevied in-what I've had to believe in. Because otherwise, it's just...chaos.

And I guess that's when it starts to hit me: the whole point is, you do what you can.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

Sarah: "Not bad. You look almost human." Lena: "Thanks." Sarah: "I said almost." Lena: "Well, then, almost thanks.

He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly.