Everything Is Going To Change.

I Watched As That Kid Died. In His Last Few Seconds There Was Pure Terror In His Eyes. You Can't Do That. You Can't Do That To A Person. I Don't Care What Anybody Tells Me, I Don't Care How Many People Go Crazy And Die, I Don't Care If The Whole Shuck Human Race Ends. Even If That Was The Only Thing That Had To Happen To Find The Cure, I'd Still Be Against It.

What Was The Point Of Even Having A Conversation When Words Couldn't Be Trusted?

The Creators,” Minho Said; Then He Spat On The Floor. “i’m Gonna Break Your Faces!

Yeah, Right," Minho Said. "and Frypan's Gonna Start Having Little Babies, Winston'll Get Rid Of His Monster Acne, And Thomas Here'll Actually Smile For Once." Thomas Turned To Minho And Exaggerated A Fake Smile. "there, You Happy?" "dude," He Responded. "you Are One Ugly Shank.

I Think Judy Blume, Stephen King, And Dean Koontz Are The Three Authors Responsible For My Being Where I Am Today. I Owe Them A Lot.