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She's a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

I see it now.
There are no rules. It's survival of the fittest

Wanting to be happy is not stupid.

Fate,' I said, 'Is a theif.

Just what I need." Pen throws back the blankets. "Another man in my life. At least this one doesn't speak.

There is a need, in every world, to believe in things that cannot be seen.

I never wanted to live forever," she says. "I just wanted enough time.

My face is burning and I want to kick her, I want to kick her, I want to kick her.

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

I was born into a world that was already dying; I belong to it.

I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

Old cheerful songs about frivolous things that mean nothing to me.

I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.

We're all born an empty page.

We writers are resilient souls.

Birdie's presence was gentle and quiet, but her absence is violent.

We're born moving forward. Sometimes we lose people along the way, and all we can do is watch them get smaller behind us as we move on and on.

Ah, love. That's what the world has lost. There's no more love, only the illusion of it.

Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free."
He laughs.

Things will get worse before they get better.

Just being alive feels so arduous that all I want to do is climb under the covers and sleep.

It's your way,' he says. 'When you were little, you were like a question mark with eyes.

Tell freedom I said hello.'
'If I happen to see it, I will.

I don't have too many books, I have too little shelving.

You look like you've never done a thing wrong in your life, and people like that lack common sense.

Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

She was a drawing that hadn't been colored.

Bright spots move around him like someone shook the stars from a blanket and they all went flying.

I realized how wonderful YA is and how I really wanted to write something that created that level of intrigue.

Tell freedom I said hello.

Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing.

Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.

It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

A girl should never stop thinking.

The madness of youth had made me unafraid.

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

Men will pay great money to see that they can't touch you

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

You can't be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it's the fear that'll freeze you in place.

We are stronger than we've credited ourselves to be. We have been the victims and the witnesses. We have said a lifetime of good-byes.

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

There is no darkness like that of a confined space. It's darker than the inside of eyelids, and darker than the night.

We didn't make ourselves," she says. "We aren't the greatest things to exist. I can't believe that. I won't believe that. We have too many faults.

You're insane, you know that?" he says.
"It's the only thing keeping me afloat," I say.

People live in my head. If they do anything interesting, don't worry, I write it down for ya.

I become distantly aware of my own grief, and I realize how easily I'm able to force it away.

Everything can become something it's not

I'm going to call you Rose, he says with resolution, working the back off an old clock.

I don't look away, because she's right: I betrayed her, and I'm not sorry. To keep her safe, I would betray a thousand kingdoms.

Write words you're willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you'd believe in even if the rest of the world didn't.

Trust is the strongest weapon.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

He's in his hell, and I'm in mine.

I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain.

But now she's somber. The sunlight in her fine honey-brown hair does nothing to relinquish her from the grayness that overshadows her.

Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

They just want to make sure we haven't gone mad. You haven't gone mad, have you?

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

It's best not to wonder at what cost. Freedom is the only price to pay for anything in this place.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

It's like I'm evolving into something that doesn't include him. I don't think I can ever be the person I was before all this.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

Jenna, standing in the doorway with her mouth and hand full of shelled pistachios, says, 'Real' is a dirty word in this place'.

I educate myself on the polar ice caps, vaporized long ago by warfare, and an explorer named Christopher Columbus who proved the earth was round.

Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.

And if I have to die trying, I will get out of here.

She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

But you," "Sixteen is perfect. You can spend the rest of your lives together. He won't have to be alone.

We're all living in a parallel universe of what the world used to be.

Don't bury your sense of wonder. It's a rare thing, and one of the things I adore most about you" -Basil

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.

This is my story. These things are my past, and I will not allow them to be washed away. I will find a way to have them back.

She wished that when her heart was beating double, she could give one of those hearts to him and then press her ear to his chest and feel it beating.

I draw back,gently step out of his hands that gripped my shoulders and were just edging their way to either side of my throat

In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

I keep staggering forward because I have to, but what Linden said last night is true: It's not much of a plan.

I'm sitting on the floor of the hospital lobby, waiting. That's always the worst part, the waiting.

They're dead. We're alive. We have things to do.

She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.

I thought for sure she was gone. But there was a little bit left in her, wasn't there? Just enough.

The evening sun catches every bolt and scrap of metal on the train, and for an instant we are suspended in an atmosphere of stars.

Maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.

There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.

She was supposed to build sand castles on the beach and put her toes in the ocean, Madame says.

I wonder if the people of the ground ever feel that their children are too big for their world, too.

To lose one's mother was to lose the beginning of one's life story.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.