Pandemonium (Delirium, #2)

by Lauren Oliver

If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now.

That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: they heal each other’s wounds; they repair the broken skin.

It occurs to me, then, that people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.