It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace".

I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

I notice, however, that Peter only pretends to inject himself—when he presses the plunger down, the fluid runs down his throat, and he wipes it casually with a sleeve. I wonder what it feels like to volunteer to forget everything.

Little girl, he called me. A little girl who is stressed out to the point of paranoia. That is not me, but now, it's who the Candor think I am.

Ser sincero en todo momento debe requerir valor. Yo no sabría hacerlo.

It's time to be with my brother now

In order to have peace, we must first have trust.