I hear your insults and plan to silence them with my victory.

Huging my pillow to my chest, I told myself, At least soon you won't have so much time to miss him. Soon school will start again, and then you'll be busier. Wait. Am I reduced to HOPING for school to start? Somehow, I have discovered a whole new level of pathetic.

(About having weird dreams when passing through gates between worlds)"Able has herd them complain about this before. Zayan once dreamed he had become a lasagna--to be specific, a lasagna with opinions about politics, frustrated about its inability to share these thoughts with a galaxy not yet ready to listen to pasta.

This is the last time Abel lets the humans make the plans.

Abel. I can’t let you…sell your body.”“The transaction is closer to a rental.

Please stop sniffing the robot boy, Noemi tells herself, jerking out of the trance.

I'm going to marry Prince William! I'll get all Kate Middleton's cute coats!

I thought you were opposed to engaging in prostitution to fund our travels.”“That’s not what I—is prostitution your answer for everything?