I'm not sure what I am anymore... Sometimes I think I'm nothing but what other people have done to me―a big collection of brainwashing, surgeries, and cures... That, and all the mistakes I've made. All the people I've disappointed.

But it's always taking a risk, when you ... kiss someone new.

There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.

Everyone in the world was programmed by the place they were born, hemmed in by their beliefs, but you had to at least try to grow your own brain.

Turns out if you never lie, there's always someone mad at you.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

But you weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.