Everyone has darkness inside them, however hidden.

All it takes is one generation to brainwash a population and convince them that reality doesn't exist

My mother used to hope that I would rise up from my humble roots. Become someone sucessful, or even famous. I'm famous all right, but I don't think it's what she had in mind.

He loves so wholly. It is his nature. He blinks, then tries to find the right response. "I-" he stumbles. "I'm so afraid, June. So afraid of what might happen to-" I put two fingers against his lips to hush him. "Fear makes you stronger," I whisper. Before I can stop myself, I put my hands on his face and press my mouth to his.

Then I realize from the hollow sound of her gun's click that her gun isn't loaded. Apparently she just wants to slap me around with it.

Well...can't be any more dangerous than your crazy hospital break-in yeah?"-Tess (pg 59)

Without emotion, what's the point of being human?