Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

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

Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs

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

Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?