She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

The tiles in the Merciless Mart are always black and white, and here they are in a checkered pattern. If I unfocus my eyes, I see exactly what the Candor don’t believe in—gray.

I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.

It’s getting more difficult to be wise,” he says, laughing into my ear.I smile at him. “I think that’s how it’ssupposed to be.

She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.

It is impossible to erase my choices.

Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person's dating possibilities.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a few seconds. Hisbreaths tickle my ear, and I close my eyes, letting myself finally relax. Hesmells like wind and sweat and soap, like Tobias and like safety.

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt