You’re too important to just … die.” He shakes his head. He won’t even look at me—his eyes keep shifting across my face, to the wall behind me or the ceiling above me, to everything but me. I am too stunned to be angry. “I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,” I say. “Who cares about everyone? What about me?
Veronica RothI don't need to relive my fears anymore. All I need to do now is try to overcome them.
Veronica RothI watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.
Veronica RothLittle girl, he called me. A little girl who is stressed out to the point of paranoia. That is not me, but now, it's who the Candor think I am.
Veronica RothI try to leave some space in my mind for things to surprise me or change my mind, I think that's important.
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