Knowledge is power. Power to do evil...or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.

There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.

I respect you more than anyone. But right now I’m wondering what bothers you more, that I made a stupid decision or that I didn’t make your decision.

If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you've created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there's no conflict, there are no stories worth telling - or reading!

I try to leave some space in my mind for things to surprise me or change my mind, I think that's important.

Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me -- the boy whose real name is powerful enough to keep us alive in a train car full of enemies?