I lived in a boring, ignorant world. My life was always the same. I never really saw the world until I met Clarisse McClellan. She was not like the others. She didn't follow their mindless routine.
She didn't just exist like everyone else; she lived. She didn't just look; she observed. She thought. She felt.
Clarisse gave me something to live for. She showed me how to live and not just exist.
Ever since Clarisse disappeared, life has felt empty. She was my life because I had no life before her. But even though she is gone, the idea still lives. The idea that you can live a life; a happy life. That you don't need to follow the absent-minded routine of all the others.
Clarisse McClellan believed people should embrace life and live it to the fullest extent. The society she lived in didn't believe this' they told her she was weird and anti-social just because she was different.
Clarisse ended up being killed because of this. She was killed because she believed in living, thinking, observing, feeling, pondering, questioning. Inn my mind, Clarisse McClellan is a martyr; she refused to adapt to the norm even though she would be killed if she didn't.
Clarisse gave me hope. She gave me hope that maybe there is something more out there. Maybe there is actually some depth to our world. Maybe I can live. Now I can live. Clarisse McClellan gave me life and her own was taken from her. I will never forget her. I will never forget how my life began. My life began with a girl named Clarisse.
You have frustrated me with you're ignorance. You are trying to brainwash me into being like you. You think everyone should be the same. Do you actually think this makes us happy? Unity doesn't come from uniformity; unity comes from diversity. People's skills and ideas need to come together to make a happy society. If everyone is the same, life is just boring.
I don't understand what you see as wrong with books. I think you yourself have been tricked into believing something I'm not sure even you believe. When we went into the woman's attic with all the books, she refused to leave her books. She was burnt alive. How can you not feel emotional about that? A person, a human, has died. A person has believed in something so strongly that she died for it. A strong belief like that cannot be traded in for a life of what you call happiness.
I don't even think you know why you are living. You yourself have been brainwashed. Do you even know why you burn books? It doesn't make anyone happier. The only reason it...