Resisting is worth doing.

We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.

Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.

She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

The Amity Established this place as a safe house. No conflict allowed." "The Amity will have trouble enforcing that policy," says Marcus. "How do you stop conflict without conflict?

I will be my undoing If I become my obsession.