Please. They're like the Cult of Four.

Noise and activity are the refuges of the bereaved and the guilty.

I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.

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.

Color fills her cheeks, and I think it again: that Johanna Reyes might still be beautiful. Except now I think that she isn't just beautiful in spite of the scar, she's somehow beautiful with it, like Lynn with her buzzed hair, like Tobias with the memories of his father's cruelty that he wears like armor, like my mother in her plain gray clothing.

Resisting is worth doing.