If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?

I get up, because I’m supposed to, but if it were up to me, I’d stay in my seat for the rest of time.

I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?

Learning how to think in the midst of fear is a lesson that everyone needs to learn.

I 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.

I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that "something" is a fake bathroom break.