You know the saying: he who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it. And when it's repeated, the stakes are doubled.

The word of God is my vow.

The only limits for tomorrow are the doubts we have today.

In the beginning we were a group of nine. Three are gone, dead. There are six of us left. They are hunting us, and they won't stop until they've killed us all. I am Number Four. I know that I am next.

During the fire: 'Some of the drunker ones don't move. Some of them laugh. One person says, "Where's the marshmallows?" Mark slaps him across the face. "GET OUT!" he screams.

Maybe the only good thing about death is that you never have to relive it. You never have to remember the pain.

Forcing an answer only guarantees that no answer will come out." - Six