They couldn’t have known that even this was a lie—that we never really choose, not entirely. We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step...

Take down the walls.

I start to follow her, and Alex grabs my hand.”I’ll find you,” he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. “I won’t let you go again.”I don’t trust myself to speak. Instead I nod,...

Because I think you’re right. You can make a difference.” He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually came in the form of a test. He told me fate liked to...

It’s the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn’t love me.He...

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.

Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn’t love. If we didn’t lose either. If we didn’t get...

it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him–his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I...

,Quien sabe? Quizas ellos tengan razón. Quizas estamos siendo manejados como locos por nuestros sentimientos. Quizas el amor es una enfermedad y estaríamos mejor sin ella. Pero nosotros elegimos una ruta diferente. Y al final,...