I don't like to think that I'm still walking around with the disease running through my blood.  Sometimes I swear I can feel it writhing in my veins like something spoiled, like sour milk  It makes me feel dirty.  It reminds me of children throwing tantrums.  It reminds me of resistance, of diseased girls dragging their nails on the pavement, tearing out their hair, their mouths dripping spit.
   And of course it reminds me of my mother.

Delirium
-Lauren Oliver


P.S.  I wanted to put this in the quote of the month spot, but couldn't figure it out!!