My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison. And if Alex no longer loves me, I can’t bear to think that he might love somebody else.

“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself in…”

“Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of n…”

“Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees."Live free or die."Four wor…”

“So are you going to be my knight in shining armor or what?'Kent does a little b…”