And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

Dancing is like poetry written by our bodies: our outstretched arms our words of longing.

It looks like you're mocking me as if I am a girl who still believes in Santa Claus." Emily says.

Girls' education is a human right. And along with its fundamental justice, it promises so much for the individual, for her family, for society, for all of us.

Peace is not the silence of cemeteries, but the song of social justice.

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

We older women who know we aren't heroines can offer our younger sisters, at the very least, an honest report of what we have learned and how we have grown.

I'm lonely I'll make me a world.

I believe that one of the great problems for us as individuals is the depression and the tension resulting from existence in a world which is increasingly less pleasing to the eye.

It's really important for boys to have a father around, or a grandfather, or an uncle - a man they can really relate to who loves them, and who they know loves them.

A good man doesn't just happen. They have to be created by us women. A guy is a lump like this doughnut.