The Creators,” Minho said; then he spat on the floor. “I’m gonna break your faces!
The betrayal meant he couldn't trust her anymore, and his heart told him he couldn't forgive her.
I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.
It’s like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.
Hunger. It's like an animal trapped inside you, Thomas thought.
Just follow me and run like your life depends on it. Because it does.