I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.

Writing means not just staring ugliness in the face, but finding a way to embrace it.

It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.

Resisting is worth doing.

I’m not anyone,” he says. “I’m nobody. That’s what being factionless is.

What do I believe? I do not know; I do not know; I do not know.

Little girl, he called me. A little girl who is stressed out to the point of paranoia. That is not me, but now, it's who the Candor think I am.