| The stars folded themselves away as the sun peeked above the horizon and cracked open the sky and I kissed him and we laughed and it was good. | | The Living by Matt de la Pena |
| All he could do was watch the island get smaller and smaller on the horizon, until it was just a tiny dot on the water, and then it was gone. | | OCD Love Story by Corey Ann Haydu |
| I understand. | | Noggin by Corey Whaley |
| And now, I've got to go and make another. | | The Nazi Hunters by Neal Bascomb |
| Now it is time to live. | | The False Prince by Jennifer A. Nielsen |
| I don't have to. | | Midwinterblood by Marcus Sedgwick |
| Drifts off, untroubled, everything clear and radiant, and all at once. | | Insignia by S. J. Kincaid |
| I really tried. | | Relish: My Life in the Kitchen by Lucy Knisley |
| And doing those things with excitement, curiosity, and relish. | | Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell |
| Tock. | | Brewster by Mark Slouka |
| 'I love you too," he says, and it is upon these whispered words, as upon a magical carpet from some ancient tale, that I have traveled on. | | Prisoner B-3087 by Alan Gratz |
| Tonight we dance! | | The Impossible Knife of Memory by Laurie Halse Anderson |
| Just three words long. | | And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini |
| I closed my eyes and I flew out of the ghetto. | | Help for the Haunted by John Searles |
| But mostly- mostly, mostly-I do. | | Pirate Cinema by Cory Doctorow |
| So, it is. | | Far Far Away by Tom McNeal |
| We'd run like it mattered. | | The Farm by Emily McKay |
| In his arms, Fen's baby girl was awake and wriggling against him, waving her small fists at the weeping sky. | | I am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban by Malala Yousafzai |
| And I press start. | | The War within These Walls by Aline Sax |
| My world has changed but I have not. | | Orleans by Sheri L. Smith |