When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first. Even I didn't jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful.
Veronica RothSometimes I feel like there is so much to be afraid of, and sometimes I feel like there is nothing left to fear.
Veronica Roth