Jesteśmy społecznością, która kocha książki

Everyone has something of beauty about them. In the beginning for me, it was Ky's eyes I noticed, and I love them still. But loving lets you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as whys - why he walks like this, why he closes his eyes like that - you can love those parts too, and it's a love at once more complicated and more complete.

The Society wants us to be afraid of dying. But I'm not. I'm only afraid of dying wrong.