Quotes by Pittacus Lore

I watch Ethan try to connect the dots in his head, And suddenly his face falls into a sad smile.Oh, he says. And thats all.I walk over to him, my bare feet sinking into the sand as I trudge along. Hes grinning at me now, but its not the usual plastered-on smile he usually has. This one is somehow more authentic.When Im within a few feet of him, he holds his arms out.Youre going to be such a good leader, he says. Im so proud of you, Five.I embrace Ethan. His arms fold around me as he pats me on the back. He lets out a long, slow sigh and then starts to say something. I cut him off before he can get the words out. I cant stand to hear him say another thing.Ethan, Im really sorry about this. But its for the best.I can feel his body clench as the blade slips out of my forearm sheath and into his back. It slides between his ribs-a lucky shot- then retracts back into my hoodie sleeve. Its over in an instant. I step away from him. He stands frozen, probably in shock. Theres a deep spot of read blooming across the right side of his chest where the blade must have broken the skin. Blood drops down from the hidden wrist sheath, running over my right hand before falling from my fingertips to the sand.Its over, I murmur, more to myself than to Ethan. Hes probably not paying much attention to what I have to say. Tears are welling in his good eye, but I dont know if theyre for me or for himself. He blinks once and then falls to the beach with a soft thud.

HlI watch Ethan try to connect the dots in his head, And suddenly his face falls into a sad smile.Oh, he says. And thats all.I walk over to him, my bare feet sinking into the sand as I trudge along. Hes grinning at me now, but its not the usual plastered-on smile he usually has. This one is somehow more authentic.When Im within a few feet of him, he holds his arms out.Youre going to be such a good leader, he says. Im so proud of you, Five.I embrace Ethan. His arms fold around me as he pats me on the back. He lets out a long, slow sigh and then starts to say something. I cut him off before he can get the words out. I cant stand to hear him say another thing.Ethan, Im really sorry about this. But its for the best.I can feel his body clench as the blade slips out of my forearm sheath and into his back. It slides between his ribs-a lucky shot- then retracts back into my hoodie sleeve. Its over in an instant. I step away from him. He stands frozen, probably in shock. Theres a deep spot of read blooming across the right side of his chest where the blade must have broken the skin. Blood drops down from the hidden wrist sheath, running over my right hand before falling from my fingertips to the sand.Its over, I murmur, more to myself than to Ethan. Hes probably not paying much attention to what I have to say. Tears are welling in his good eye, but I dont know if theyre for me or for himself. He blinks once and then falls to the beach with a soft thud.

We dont have to be defined by the things we did or didnt do in our past. Some people allow themselves to be controlled by regret. Maybe its a regret, maybe its not. Its merely something that happened. Get over it.

The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings

I dont know why I still feel this pit in my stomach whenever I get a moment to think. I know what the pit is, too; I feel lonely. But Im not alone, I keep telling myself.

I jerk around and see Sister Dora, a portly woman whos the head cook in the kitchen, staring daggers at me. This is nothing new. She stares daggers at everyone who walks through the lunch line holding a tray, as though our needing sustenance is a personal affront.

Wait. Are you about to do something really stupid? -GUARD

Even when the world throws it worst and then turns in its back, there is still always hope

The Mogadorian caught Number One in Malaysia, Number Two in England, And Number Three in Kenya. I am Number Four. I am next... - I AM NUMBER FOUR

It is practical, but that doesnt mean its right.

Trust is dangerous.

Theres no set future, only the one we make.

All of life is a test.

We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth.Now were talking, Nine says. One of your parents mustve been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

For the first time, I´m not just nervous about what´s to come; I´m scared.

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

Never underestimate human stupidity.

Im acting like someone who is starting to realize who he is and what he can do.

Take a chance and risk it all or play it safe and suffer defeat.