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".

That's what love does. When it's right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

Grabbing hold of facts in the midst of shock is very Erudite of him.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

Are you conceding?' he says, his mouth falling open with mock surprise. 'Seems like that serum did you some good after all...' I shove him as hard as I can. 'Take that back. Take it back now.' 'Okay, okay!' He puts up his hands. 'It's just... I'm not very nice either, you know. That's why I like you so- ' 'Out!' I shout, pointing at the door.