The One (The Selection, #3)

by Kiera Cass

It doesn’t really matter how you feel about your character; it just matters what you do with it.

“America, you are full of nothing but bad ideas. Great intentions but awful ideas.”

“Don’t worry. The best people all have some kind of scar.” I thought of Marlee’s hands and Maxon’s back. They both held permanent marks of their bravery. I was honored to join them.

“I’m just realizing, Mer, that no matter what happens . . . there will always be a string tying you to me.

America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion. You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.

But, at the same time, I couldn’t be bothered. If me dying meant you living”—he did his one-shoulder shrug again—“how could that be anything but good?”