Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.

It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.

Please, do not leave me, Will Henry. I would not survive it. You were nearly right. What Mr. Kendall was, I am always on the brink of becoming. And you - I do not pretend to know how or even why - but you pull me back from the precipice. You are the one... You are the one thing that keeps me Human.

We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.

My first favourite book was Are You My Mother? A picture book about a lost bird. After that my favourites changed almost yearly. I loved everything by Roald Dahl, but my favourite was probably Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. A librarian gave me a first edition of that book, which I treasure.

I don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.

His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.