If he had one true love, then he wanted you to have one, too.

Check this out,” Nine says. He holds up a small purple stone and then places it on the back of his hand. The stone slides into his hand—through it. Nine turns his hand over just as the stone pops out in his palm. “Pretty cool, right?” he asks me, waggling his eyebrows. “Uh, but what is it supposed to do?” Eight asks, looking up from his own Chest. “I dunno. Impress girls?” Nine looks over at me. “Did it work?” “Um . . .” I hesitate, trying not to roll my eyes too hard. “Not really. But, I’ve seen guys teleport so I’m kind of hard to impress.” “Tough crowd.

Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you're doing.

Where are you originally from?” “The planet Lorien, three hundred million miles away.” “Must have been a long trip, John Smith.” “Took almost a year. Next time I’m bringing a book.

I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.

Are you sure you want us to keep calling you 'Six'?" "You can say it's short for something." "For what? Sixty?

Marina, as of the sea. You stick with Hector Ricardo. I'll take care of you;its in my name