Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked about it.

I would be shocked by the lack of security if we were not at Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.

Fine," he says. "Then I love you.

I will be my undoing If I become my obsession.

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplace disgust for another person's genetics.

People tend to overestimate my character," I say quietly. "They think that because I'm small, or a girl, or a Stiff, I can't possibly be cruel. But they're wrong.

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.