We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

How can you be sure?" "I'm a doctor, Jenna. And a scientist." "Does that make you an authority on everything? What about a soul, Father? When you were so busy implanting all your neural chips, did you think about that? Did you snip my soul from my old body, too? Where did you put it? Show me! Where? Where in all this groundbreaking technology did you insert my soul?

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .

Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.

Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)