Debra Driza > Quotes

“The room was a small square of hopelessness.
A flash of red. And then:
Dimensions: 10 ft. by 9 ft.
I swallowed a horrific giggle. Perfect. And now I knew the exact measurements of hopelessness.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“No matter what. I wouldn't let anyone change me. I wouldn't let them strip away whatever tiny parts of me were human. Assuming I had any humanity to lose.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“There’s nothing wrong with
being an android”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“No matter
how big my attempts to hide from my true nature, it still existed. I was a machine,and a powerful one.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“No two people ever view the world from exactly the same perspective, understand things the same way, human or not. The best we can ever do is try.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“None of us gets to decide where we come from, but we can choose where we go from there.”
― Debra Driza, Renegade

“But I couldn’t block out the memories, false or not. Couldn’t block out the internal pain I shouldn’t even be able to feel. Couldn’t keep those annoying phony tears that felt so, so real from flowing.”
― Debra Driza, Mila 2.0

“Mom wanted me to fight.
To live.
I'd just never dreamed that I'd have to do it alone.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“His words awakened a startling realization. Not just love-pain. Not just joy-fear. In order to have the good, you had to also take the bad, because without the lows, the highs wouldn't, couldn't exist. All emotions were crucial to living. All of them.”
― Debra Driza, Renegade

“I know you worry that you experience the world differently than regular people. But.. No two people ever view the world from exactly the same perspective, understand things the same way, human or not. The best... The best... The best we can ever do is try.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“The only person I could trust
was Mom.
Mom . Who I’d never see again
unless I
aced these tests. And all I had to do was
be a good little an droid. Strong .
Focused.
Emotion free.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“Because despite the undeniable knowledge that I wasn't human—or mostly human, anyway—despite the proof the computer screen had show in the repair room, I still picture my interior just the same as any other sixteen-year-old girl's. Blood and guts and bones. A brain, and a functioning heart. Hopes and dreams, fears and sorrow. They could tell me the truth, but they couldn't force me to accept it.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“No matter what they said, I was alive. I had to be. At least in part. Because that once clear though screaming through me right now was: I don't want to die.”
― Debra Driza, MILA 2.0

“Back in District 12, Kat toggles back and forth between wearing her preferred hunting gear and Cinna’s clothes, which her mother”
― Debra Driza, Smart Pop Preview 2014: Standalone Essays on Divergent, Zombies, the Hunger Games, Veronica Mars, and Fanfiction

“dark-haired boy’s head like a million tiny”
― Debra Driza, Renegade

“Redemption didn't always lie in the forgiveness and approval of others. Sometimes, it had to be born inside ourselves, nurtured into bloom by conviction. Still. Forgiveness was nice.”
― Debra Driza, Redemption