Can you do that?” Thomas asked. “Huh?” “Kill someone three times.” “I’d figure out a way.

...You'd think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.

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

KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

Sometimes what works in a book is too "in your face" when converted to the big screen and sound.

Too bad we don't have a flashlight." "Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.