Never give up, laugh a lot. Be good to others.

When it comes to individual destiny, there is no power greater in the universe then the conviction of the human soul to make a choice.

Rose took my nose, I suppose

I was just kidding, shuck-face," Minho said. "Let's all go over there. She could have an army of psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers." "Psycho girl ninjas?" Newt repeated, his voice showing he was surprised, if not annoyed, by Minho's additude.

Tonight, they’d make their stand, once and for all.

Movement from Brenda grabbed Thomas's attention. He looked to see her drop the knife away from Minho and step back, absently wiping the small trace of blood there on her pants. "I really would've killed you, ya know," she said in a slightly scratchy voice. Almost husky. "Charge Jorge again and I'll sever an artery." Minho wiped at his small wound with his thumb, then looked at the bright red smear. "That's one sharp knife. Makes me like you more.

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