She smiled for the first time, and he almost had to look away, as if something that nice didn’t belong in such a glum and gray place, as if he had no right to look at her expression.

He didn't have a single clue what was going on with these two strangers, but every instinct told him Master George equaled good, Mistress Jane equaled bald- he blinked-uh, bad.

What would I do without you? I'd die of stress and depression before nature killed me.

Quit voting me down before you even think about what I'm saying.

You'll work hard to create characters that are compelling and unforgettable. But in the end, it's the story that matters.

Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something?" Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby. "Go ahead," Newt replied. Minho nodded and faced the crowd. "Be careful," he said dryly. "Don't die.

Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?