But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.

I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

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

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank?

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

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

Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?