It doesn't take much convincing to make someone believe they're better than everyone else.

Not everything made you stronger. It was possible to survive, yet still be crippled for your trouble. Sometimes it was okay to run away, to skip the test, to chicken out. Or at least to get some help.

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.

Out here, you find out that the city fools you about how things really work.

Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.

At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.

It doesn't take much convincing to make someone believe they're better than everyone else.