If utopian fiction became the new trend, I wouldn't read it.

I respect you more than anyone. But right now I’m wondering what bothers you more, that I made a stupid decision or that I didn’t make your decision.

Which means that in order to defeat her, I have to think of a way to defeat myself. And how can I be a better fighter than myself, if she knows the same strategies I know, and is exactly as resourceful and clever as I am?

The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

I just wanted to thank you' he says, his voice low. 'A group of scientists told you that my genes were damaged, that there was something wrong with me - they showed you the test results that proved it. And even I started to believe it.' He touches my face, his thumb skimming my cheekbone, and his eyes are on mine, intense and insistent. 'You never believed it,' he says 'Not for a second. You always insisted I was... I don't know, whole.