Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

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

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

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.

‎I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

We writers are resilient souls.

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

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

You guys just aren’t fair, between your vampire pheromones and your gorgeous good looks, we humans just don’t stand a chance.

...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...

I understand Jacqueline Kennedy has redone the White House in eighteenth-century style. Why, then, I'd fit in perfectly.

I always say, the bigger the hair, the smaller the hips!

(Obama's) a nice person, he's very articulate this is what's been used against him, but he couldn't sell watermelons if it, you gave him the state troopers to flag down the traffic.

One is punished best for one's virtues.

I think quite often we hold onto trauma because we don't process it.

The intelligence gap is essentially a shortage of executives with superior thinking skills who are needed by every business, as compared with the number of decision-making positions available.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.

I lay back and tried not to think of the minutes passing. Just yesterday we had a wealth of them. Now each was a drop of heartsblood lost.