That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

I close my eyes. I don't expect Four to reassure me, and he makes no effort to, but I feel better standing here than I did out there among the people who are my friends, my faction.

Sorry, am I being rude?" she asks. "I'm used to saying whatever is on my mind. Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging

Change, like healing, takes time.

You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.

I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?

I am proud. It will get me into trouble someday, but today it makes me brave