I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.

So small as to be negligible. It's strange, but there's something in that thought that makes me feel almost...free.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-

Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.

It's not that I ever sat down and outlined a trilogy, but I always have a sense of what size an idea is when I start it.

It would be stupid to confide your entire plan to one person. It’s infinitely smarter to give little pieces of it to each person working with you. That way, if someone betrays you, the loss isn’t too great.