There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

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.

If you want to go to a far and difficult place, firstly send your mind to that far place, then your mind will meet with your body over there!

I've always felt that good writing does not have to be literary.

Life will throw all kinds of obstacles our way. It's our job to scramble over them and hunt for the little miracles tucked away, then leave some reminders for the people that follow behind us.

People who are all alone have every right to be friends with one another.("The Honeymoon Of Mrs. Smith" - Version 1)

Memories tell me who I was, not who I’ll become. They don’t fix the present any more than they fix the past.

The only way to escape the corruptible effect of praise is to go on working.

There is no force so democratic as the force of an ideal.

Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.

I suppose things are better now, but ... I don't know. People still hate each other, they just know how to hide it better.

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.