In Time

They want you to think that darkness or evil is only something that gets inflicted on you by the outside world, but I know better, and I think the freak does, too. Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

Because she knows what it's like to live in a world of black, and black, and the tiny bit of white, but when she escaped it, she didn't find the rainbow of colors, the dresses, the singing, the dancing. She only found ugliness.

Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

It's always easier to take something than work for it...

I can't tell which direction is right or wrong anymore, but I know I want to stay.

It's hard to be the person who gets left behind, and never the person who gets to do the leaving.

Sometimes we don't know what we're looking for until we find it.

What is it about horrible, violent things that capture us?

I want to laugh when all the characters start delivering the moral of the story, that all these things they’re looking for have been inside them all along—that that’s where goodness and strength live. They want you to think that darkness or evil is only something that gets inflicted on you by the outside world, but I know better, and I think the freak does, too. Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

And I know I won't get the story out of Zu, not the full one, anyway. That's okay. We're allowed to have our secrets. Starting now, I'm leaving the past alone in the past.

(...) It's like all the lights are on, but no one's home. No one cares.

D-Dorothy—” My throat burns. It’s the only way I know the words are leaving it. “Guess we…shouldn’t have left Oz.…

I start to wonder if maybe the things we're so afraid they'll do to us are the things they have to do to survive the tidal wave of hatred and fear we send coasting toward them.

If these parents had been paying attention from the beginning, not running around like a band of panicked chickens, all of them scrabling for thle last scrap of hope, none of them willing to be the one to stand up and question it, they would have seen the lie a mile away.

We love you. If you need help, look for my parents - they're using the names Della and Jim Goodkind - and tell them I sent you.

The real problem is Mom and the rest of the people in this town don't think big. They're the kind of folks who are too satisfied with the small hand life's dealt to think that a bigger pot might be out there.

I just want us all to stop lying.

I'm not saving you," I remind her. But something makes me wonder if she even wants me to.

Okay, two brothers and a sister. Interesting. If they aren't with her, they must be too old to be affected by the psi virus, in camps, or dead.

Nothing changes if you don’t take a risk.