In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most. — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“But I also know we can’t plan on anyone else rescuing us. We have to do it ourselves.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Ever since the day of the mistake with my Match. I've never known which life is my true one. Even with the reassurances of… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“She knows how things fit together and move, but so few people understand her. She’s the most solitary person I’ve ever known.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“There are many of them in the world, I think, good men and women with their frail deeds. Wondering what might have been, how… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“You wouldn't think you can forget but sometimes you can—for a moment or two. I've never been able to decide if I think that’s… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“It doesn't matter much anyway. I haven't slept well since he left. I can't dream. In some ways, that's the hardest part of having… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“She's right. We would compose poems about love and tell stories that have been heard in some form before. But it would be our… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it is because now I live in his story. Now I am a part of his, and he of mine, and the part… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I wonder if they'll be able to resist. It's not exactly easy to save things for the future when the present is so uncertain.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I think of how many invisible injuries are possible. Ones scored on your heart, your brain, your bones. How do we all stand? I wonder. What is is that keeps us moving?” — Ally Condie Copy Share
