With hardly any effort at all, she made me feel special. Just like all the other people she toyed with.

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you." "I understand.

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

Which is worse, Risa often wondered, to have tens of thousands of babies that no one wanted or to silently make then go away before they were even born

I imagine the center of the Earth must be a crowded place by now, but perhaps it is the spirits of those of us residing there that keep the Earth alive and green.

Wars are often waged not because of what we believe, but because of the things we want others to believe.

You should never apologize for existing, Lev. Not even to all those people out there who wish you didn't.