Silence is the only privacy.

Every book warns us at the beginning: All Rights Reserved. But I don’t believe it. Every right will not be reserved. Our rights will not be reserved. We will be free.

She took a bite and frowned. “Blissberry. Their worst flavor. Never trust a product named for a fruit that doesn’t exist.

Words matter. Words make ideas. They preserve truths and history. They express freedom and they shape it. Words mold our thoughts. That gives them value and power.

Sometimes it was nice to think words clearly in my head, even if I could not say them.

How would I get used to measuring the cost of my words.

You can't possibly have a reasonable expectation of privacy at your income level.

When you build walls between nations and people, you make every life smaller.

My mother would go wild during the outages, hugging us without the $2.99 fee, kissing our heads and saying "I love you," a hundred times. It was like an animal attack, but a loving one.

Books were dangerous things filled with uncontrolled words.