Dacă aş putea să cumpăr 7.000.000.00 exemplare din „Stolen” pentru a oferi fiecărei persoane de pe acest pământ unul, aş face-o cu bucurie, deoarece cred că aceasta este unul din acele cărţi unice care merită citite de absolut toată lumea. Dar ea trebuie citită cu inima, nu raţional, pentru că linia dintre bine şi rău, corect şi greşit, e estompată şi greu de delimitat când vine vorba de acest roman.
„Who says I'm not Superman?" You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged. "You would have rescued me by now if you were Superman." I said quietly. "Who says I haven't?" "Anyone would say you haven't." "Anyone's just looking at it wrong then." You pushed yourself up a little, onto your elbows."Anyways, I can't steal you and rescue you. That would give me multiple personalities." "And you don't have them already?””And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.””"People love what they're used to, I guess." "No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it."”"Lets face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can't get you out of there either. You're stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels.”