I watched as that kid died. In his last few seconds there was pure terror in his eyes. You can't do that. You can't do that to a person. I don't care what anybody tells me, I don't care how many people go crazy and die, I don't care if the whole shuck human race ends. Even if that was the only thing that had to happen to find the cure, I'd still be against it.

He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?' 'Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.

Yeah, you're a regular Mozart...well, except for the whole music thing.

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

You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!

Everything is going to change.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.