Who are you and what have you done with my brother?

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

The Seeker needed a nice long lifetime eating sunshine.

All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings of a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space.

You are my life. You're the only thing it would hurt to lose.

That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you shouldlive while you’re alive?

It's not the end. It's the beginning.