Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again.

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

Shuck it, ” Minho responded. “I’m tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin’ butt with twice this pain.” Thomas shrugged. “I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

They called you the Glue""The Glue?""Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together

Didn't know you could measure distance so well with nothing but you bloody eyeballs

Saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Owr brave little shank!

Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he’d sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.

When you go to war, both sides lose totally.

My mom was very strict. She didn't let me watch anything rated R or anything with cussing.

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.

A fairytale is not an allegory. There may be allegory in it, but it is not an allegory.

Opera in English is, in the main, just about as sensible as baseball in Italian.

But I also enjoy life... the more scrutiny I am under, the more confident I become. I am who I am. I can't do anything about it, and I love who I am.

I just want the fans of the book to be happy. I don't necessarily care about anyone else.

I believe every change any word has undergone probably originated in ignorance.

We cannot protect our children from life. Therefore, it is essential that we prepare them for it.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.