Yeah, You're A Regular Mozart...well, Except For

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.

I Don't Give A Crap If You're A Tangent Or A Really Smart Llama. You're My Friend And That's All That Matters

Thomas: Is It [my Brain] Fixed? Brenda: It Worked, Judging From The Fact That You're Not Trying To Kill Us Anymore.

I Promised I'd Save Him, Take Him Home! I Promised Him!" . . . Thomas Hugged Chuck To His Chest, Squeezed Him As Tightly As Possible, As If That Could Somehow Bring Him Back, Or Show Thanks For Saving His Life, For Being His Friend When No One Else Would. Thomas Cried, Wept Like He'd Never Wept Before. His Great, Racking Sobs Echoed Through The Chamber Like The Sounds Of Tortured Pain. (pg 358 Hardback)

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