Ally Condie
Ally Condie
Allyson Braithwaite Condie is an American writer of young-adult fiction, primarily under the name Ally Condie. She wrote the Matched trilogy, a science fiction dystopia, whose first book, Matched, was a New York Times Best Seller...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
together
Some things are created to be together.
teens
Teens find out a lot from other teens.
caring vulnerable
Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.
fighting roots people
When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.
strength wonder matched
I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.
want-something want things-change
Once you want something, everything changes.
night way found
Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?
spring real color
Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.
together use bones
If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don't know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill you entirely.
dream simple everyday-things
Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday. That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have
want-something want things-change
Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.
strange absence feels
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
parent matter bigs
I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.
breakup memories thinking
Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle-it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?