I've always been fascinated by quantum physics and the possibility of alternate realities.
What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?
Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face. "If I don't see you on the other side," he said in a sappy voice, "remember that I love you.
It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.
Let's get this started, people. It won't be long before we all lose our minds.
I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading.