I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.

And I'm certain one day, you'll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H

You know the saying: he who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it. And when it's repeated, the stakes are doubled.

I don't know where you have to go or what you have to do, but I'll wait for you, John. Every bit of my heart belongs to you, whether you ask for it or not.

He says we need to live in the real world, where war and death are a reality, not pretend.

I fell in love with painting. Painting allows me to see things as I want to and not necessarily as they are, it's an escape, a way to preserve thoughts and memories, a way to create hopes and dreams. - Marina

You can let your anger destroy you, or you can use it for something.