We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

Wonder why we can do this,' he called out with his mind. The mental effort of speaking to her was already straining—he felt a headache forming like a bulge in his brain. 'Maybe we were lovers,' Teresa said. Thomas tripped and crashed to the ground. Smiling sheepishly at Minho, who’d turned to look without slowing, Thomas got back up and caught up to him. 'What?' he finally asked. He sensed a laugh from her, a watery image full of color.

I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading.

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.

You’re disgusting when you eat,” Chuck said, sitting on the bench next to him. “It’s like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.

The Creators,” Minho said; then he spat on the floor. “I’m gonna break your faces!

Can’t take a chance that one day, in one spot, somewhere, an exit might appear. We can’t give up. Ever.