It’s ironic. At last I have my freedom. But at a price. Now my destiny is mine to choose. - Stanley aka Nine

I grab Sarah’s hand. “You are more than that. I need you here with me. You’re pretty much the only thing keeping me from completely melting down.” “I get it,” she says. “You’re going to save the freaking world and I’m going to help you. That whole saying about behind every great man there is a great woman? I can be that for you. I just want to be a great woman with excellent aim.

There were hugs. There were words said by each of them. I don't remember what they were. Nothing haunts me more.

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

If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.

Nine lies on his back, groaning. His chest is shredded from where Eight slashed him, he’s got a fresh black eye, and I think I notice a trickle of blood from where I struck him with his staff. Suddenly, his groans turn to laughter. “That was awesome!” Nine hollers.

Sam picks the stone up and clenches his entire body in deep concentration. Nothing happens. " Oh come on," he says to the stone. " I promise to use it for the power of good. No girls' locker rooms, I swear.