Eu acordava com o sentimento de que não era bom o suficiente e que estava vivendo a vida de outra pessoa.

... trancou as emoções no fundo da alma, em um lugar onde ninguém poderia machucá-la.

Já basta não poder te tocar, sentir seu cheiro sem você estar perto é uma tortura.

Não existe hétero perto da Kelsey. Existe quem ela comeu, quem ela vai comer e quem ela não quer comer.

She resented being put in a position where those were her choices: violence or violation. She didn’t want to be built to endure, a long-suffering saint tossed by the whims of men. She wanted, for once, not to be handed the short end of the stick by a system that expected gratitude in return.

Rumors are born with legs that can run a mile in less than a minute. Rumors eat up dreams without condiments. Rumors do not have expiration dates. Rumors can be deadly. Rumors can get you killed.

You just seem so quiet lately, she said. My mom always says that when people get like that, it’s because the world inside is more interesting than the one outside.

Some people can't see softness without wanting to hurt it.

What was the point of being himself if he had to be alone?

"I guess I'm too much of a grammar nazi!" ... Ava wondered, not for the first time, why anyone would so proudly declare themselves to be any kind of nazi."

"Going against tended to end more rightly, more justly, than going with. People were wrong. Rules, most of the time, favored not what was right, but what was convenient or preferable to those in charge."