What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.

He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

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.

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

Once you told yourself a story enough times, it was so easy to keep on believing it.

History would indicate that the majority of people have always been sheep.

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.