I thought the Invalids were beasts; I thought they would rip me apart. But these people saved me, and gave me the softest place to sleep, and nursed me back to health, and haven't asked for anything in return. The animals are on the other side of the fence: monsters wearing uniforms. They speak softly, and tell lies, and smile as they're slitting your throat.

Mice? Fine. Flying mice? Not so fine.

Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison.

I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.

You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.

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.

And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.