And I realize that the decision to be human is not one single instant, but is a thousand choices made very day. It is choices we make every second and requires constant vigilance. We have to fight to remain human.

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

Image of a girl holding a blaster to a twin’s temple. “Remember, bi***. You can’t spell ‘danger’ without DNA.” Blam.

I was someone who really loved fantasy novels and science fiction novels.

Whispering makes a narrow place narrower.

My idea of life, it's what happens when they're rolling the credits.

I looked at her, and she was smiling like she was broken.