I know that I am birdlike, made narrow and small as if for taking flight, built straight-waisted and fragile. But when he touches me like he can't bear to take his hand away, I don't wish I was any different.
Thank you for your honesty," Niles says. The Candor repeat the phrase under their breath. All around me are the words "Thank you for your honesty" at different volumes and pitches, and my anger begins to dissolve.
I suppose everything is bound to look different when you aren't on your way to die.
I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.
Being selfless is not that different from being brave. It is when you are selfless that you are the bravest.
All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.
What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.' And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.
It is amazing how pretending to be in a different faction changes everything -- even the way I walk. That must be why it's so strange that I could easily belong in three of them.
What makes you different, makes you dangerous.