I imagined, too. And so imagination became my nemesis; my mind created monsters out of nothing.

Just going outside put me at risk of winding up dead or captured. If I let that daunt me, I'd never do anything.

War has often been called a game, with good reason. Both have combatants. Both have sides. Both carry the risk of losing.

When you dream of change, it shines bright, like fire, and burns away all the rot that came before it. It's swift and inexorable. You cry for justice, and justice is done. The world stands with you in your fight. But if there was one thing I had learned in these last few weeks, it was that change had never been that simple. That kind of revolution existed only in daydreams.

She was adamant that any organization that labelled one group of people as evil would eventually do the same to others. That to treat any one person as less than human was to cheapen the very substance of humanity.

Money. The dark obsession of the human race.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

This was what my spirit longed to do, to wander in strange lands. It couldn't stand being trapped in one body all the time. It had wanderlust.

His dreamscape sent a tongue of fire across my flowers.

Paige, you will have two tasks tonight,” he said, turning to face me. “Both will test the limits of your sanity. Will you believe me if I tell you that they will help you?”“Not likely,” I said, “but let's get on with it.

Never allow yourself to believe you should be silent.

But one day, you will be faced with a choice, as we all are. One day you will have to choose between your own desires, your own darkest impulses, and what you know to be right . . . and it will harden you. You will understand that all of us are devils in the skins of men.

I looked at him and he looked at me. A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

Nothing’s worse than a story without an end.

Every revolution begins with breakfast,’ I quoted as they left. ‘Is this your revolution, Jaxon?

Madness is a matter of perspective, little dreamer.

Permission to disregard your orders, Underqueen." "Permission not granted. Permission categorically denied.

It is not that I do not want you. Only that I might want you too much. And for too long

You told me once that freedom was my right.” I held his gaze. “Maybe you should do something with it.