I'm just a butterfly, a mourning cloak, sealed inside a cocoon with blnd eyes and stiky wings. And suddenly I wonder if the cocoons sometimes do not open, if the butterfly inside is ever simply not strong enough to break through.
Ally CondieHe still thinks that knowing why might help. He doesn't yet know that the reason will never be good enough.
Ally CondieIt's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.
Ally CondieYou have intuition, too. The Society says it doesn't really exist, but it does.
Ally CondieThe Society isn't human, but the people work for it sometimes are.
Ally CondieHis uniform seems threadbare and tired, and so does he, as though he's coming apart along the edges.
Ally Condie-at least in the collective mind of the Society.
Ally CondieI wonder if there have been other errors.
Ally CondieI decided that it was the thoughts in your own mind that mattered more than anything else.
Ally CondieI climb into the dark for you
Are you waiting in the stars for me?
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