“But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?""You," he says, almost before I've finished. "You,”

“But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?""You," he says, almost before I've finished. "You,”

“And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.”

“What are the gifts given to we who live Below?""Long life, health, strength, and happiness.""What is the curse of those who live Above?""Short life, illness, weakness, and misery.""Is this fair?""It is fair. It is as the gods decreed at the time of the Divide. Some have to stay Above so that humanity might survive Below.""Then give thanks.”

“The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.”

“Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.”

“One of the things I've always liked about my husband is he's very good at lots of stuff. He was an English teacher when I met him. He wrote poetry and played the guitar. As time went on, he decided to go into economics, so he's very analytical and mathematical in addition to his artsy side.”

“He watches the sun out of the world and the stars into it and sometimes I wonder if he watches the sun come up again. Is it hard to sleep when you know you are almost at the end? Do you not want to miss a moment, even those that would otherwise seem dull and unremarkable?”

“...there's a difference between knowledge and technology. Knowledge don't fail us.”

“We do not kiss. We do nothing but hold on and breathe, but still I know. I cannot go gently now. Not even for the sake of my parents, my family.Not even for Xander.”

“I'll stand next to that fountain and wait until the Official find me. And when she does and asks me what I'm doing, I'll tell her and everyone else that I know: t hey are giving us pieces of a real life instead of the whole thing. And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.”

“It could have been different," I say, almost under my breath. If I'd kissed Indie again after she kissed me. If I hadn't known Cassia before I met Indie."But it's not," Indie says, and she's right.”