Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.

I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

There were two Avoxes with me in prison. Darius and Lavinia, but the guards mostly called them the redheads. They'd been our servants in the Training Center, so they arrested them, too. I watched them being tortured to death. She was lucky. They used too much voltage and her heart stopped right off. It took days to finish him off. Beating, cutting off parts. They kept asking him questions, but he couldn't speak, he just made these horrible animals sounds. They didn't want information, you know? They wanted me to see it.

As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.