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.

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

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.

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.

Life is a stampede to get to the top

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.

It looks like the whole city is made out of stars.

Privilege is when you can afford to sit back and criticize others who have to fight for the things you take for granted.

The highest art is always the most religious, and the greatest artist is always a devout person.

I love it when the coffee's done!

In an ideal world, an individual's institutional power would be correlated perfectly with his or her value-add. In practice, this is seldom the case.

A democracy depends on the full integration of women into society, especially on seeing to it that they have equal access to the same tools of opportunity as men.

All is not gold that glitters, Pleasure seems sweet, but proves a glass of bitters

Perhaps the happiest moment of my life was then, when I saw that our line didn't break and that the enemy's did.