Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?

If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing.

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.

This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.

Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

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.