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".

Oh, are we at the insult part of the breakup?" she says. "Because I got in a lot of practice after what happened with Will. I have several choice things to say about her nose.

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

You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.

I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.

It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.