The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.

Money is the most important thing in the world, you know. Money can buy you happiness, and I don't care what anyone else thinks.

He loves you, really he does. He'd love you even if it destroyed him. He matches you.

Boys are different from girls, but boys are also different from other boys, just as girls are different from other girls. Calling a book “for boys” or “for girls” is well-meaning, but to me, not terribly helpful.

He pauses when he finishes undoing the last button, then closes his eyes. I can see the pain slashed across his face, and the sight tears at me. The Republic's most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.

I started writing seriously when I was a teenager, around 14 years old.

June laughs. "I have to say, you look better than most people I see. I've heard a lot about you." "I hear about you a lot too," Eden replies in a rush, "mostly from Daniel. He thinks you're really hot.