You sadistic pansycake.

My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.

But I killed a man just like my mother did. David says it’s okay because I didn’t mean to, and because he was about to kill that little kid. But I’m pretty sure my mom didn’t mean to kill my dad, either, so what difference does that make, meaning or not meaning to do something? Accident or on purpose, the result is the same, and that’s one fewer life than there should be in the world.

I used to go outside every day and invent these elaborate worlds and scenarios in my head, and when I grew too old for playing pretend, I started to write everything down instead.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

Don’t worry about me handling the pain," I say. "I’ve had a lot of practice.

You want him to walk?" Caleb demands. "Are you insane?" "Did I shoot him in the leg?" I say. "No. He walks. Where do we go, Peter?