I know that I am birdlike, made narrow and small as if for taking flight, built straight-waisted and fragile. But when he touches me like he can't bear to take his hand away, I don't wish I was any different.

I don't believe it is more important to move forward than to know the truth.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left.

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt

I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.

Even though I am still injured, I had to fight again today.Luckily this time,I was paired against Myra,who couldn't throw a good punch if someone was controlling her arm for her.