I started writing seriously when I was a teenager, around 14 years old.

I feel so out of place here. No matter how much money the Republic throws at me, I will forever be the boy from the streets.

He loves you, really he does. He'd love you even if it destroyed him. He matches you.

If you want to rebel, rebel from inside the system.That's much more powerful than rebelling outside the system.

[...] Tess and I are a good match. She understands intimately where I came from. She can cheer me up on my darkest days. It's as if she came perfectly happy home instead of what Kaede just told me. I feel a relaxing warmth at the thought, realizing suddenly how much I'm anticipating meeting up with Tess again. Where she goes, I go, and vice versa. Peas in a pod. Then there's June. Even the thought of her name makes it hard for me to breathe. I'm almost embarrassed by my reaction. Are June and I a good match? No. It's the first word to pop into my mind. And yet, still.

I don't like seeing her this delicate.

Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything's possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time. -Day