Guilt [is] A Tool, Rather Than A

We Can’t Survive Alone, But Even If We Could, We Wouldn't Want To.

How Is It I Know This Little About The Boy Who Says He Loves Me -- The Boy Whose Real Name Is Powerful Enough To Keep Us Alive In A Train Car Full Of Enemies?

I Am Better Off Doing As Abnegation Taught Me: Turning Away From Myself, Projecting Always Outward, And Hoping That In Whatever Is Next, I Will Be Better Than I Am Now.

I Want To Break Something, Or Hit Something, But I Am Afraid To Move, So I Start Crying Instead.

What Good Is A Prepared Body If You Have A Scattered Mind?