“This is so ..." I can't find the word."Wonderful? Amazing?" the Ender nurse offers."Bizarre," I say as I watch the lips of the Starter move in the mirror.”

“I wanted to say something, at least wave goodbye. Blake couldn't see me through the dark-tinted windows. All I could to was watch him stare at the windows, searching, finding nothing. Deep disappointment fell across his face as our car pulled away.It wasn't until we had a little distance that I noticed he was holding something in his hand. My shoe.”

“I need you to go talk to a girl who may have some information about Emma.""Where is she?""Someplace you're not going to want to go."(...)"I give up. Where?""Institution 37."I felt a hitch in my breathing. I leaned back against the wall."Could I pick hell instead?”

“Everybody wants to be someone else," he says "Do you blame them?" he asks.”

“He had the face of a floating astronaut who had lost his tether and had only one chance to grab a lifeline or forever drift away into endless black. I knew that feeling, the sense of panic that stretched time, turning seconds into years, and the deep pain that came from being hurt by not one person but many, a gang of bullies that expanded into a neighborhood and then into a community, until you questioned the whole world.”

“Would you like to be young again? Play any kind of sport you used to? All day long, with no soreness the next day?""Who Wouldn't?”

“Take your pick. Be Somebody ... else.”