I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.
Veronica RothThe cruelty of fate is that I must travel with the people I hate when the people I love are dead behind me.
Veronica RothI open the door to the fear landscape room and flip open the small black box that was in my back pocket to see the syringes inside. This is the box I have always used, padded around the needles; it is a sign of something sick inside me, or something brave.
Veronica Roth