Awww, " Minho said. "That's almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

Thomas: Is it [my brain] fixed?Brenda: It worked, judging from the fact that you're not trying to kill us anymore...

I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!

if any of your body parts become detached due to an unfortunate encounter with a crank, I highly advise you leave said body part behind and run like hell. Unless it's a leg, of course.

What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell.

I trust God to meet my every need.

Many cultures accept the faulty nature of memory. They know even the photograph only gets it halfway right. They believe there is only one way to bring the dead back to life, story.

It is when we all play safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity.

We stand now at the turning point between two eras. Behind us is a past to which we can never return...

The minute I started addressing my feelings, I actually came out of very negative situations.

Expect the best of yourself, and then do what is necessary to make it a reality.

Suddenly playing the charming bad guy was my thing.

Life's a roller coaster, and you never know when it's going to take a turn.

Someone needs to explain to me why wanting clean drinking water makes you an activist, and why proposing to destroy water with chemical warfare doesnt make a corporation a terrorist.