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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.

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Bluh-huh-huh" Minho Groaned, A Shudder Of Repulsion, Like He'd Just Stepped In A Pile Of Klunk.

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I've Always Been Fascinated By Quantum Physics And The Possibility Of Alternate Realities.

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Yeah, Right," Minho Said. "and Frypan's Gonna Start Having Little Babies, Winston'll Get Rid Of His Monster Acne, And Thomas Here'll Actually Smile For Once." Thomas Turned To Minho And Exaggerated A Fake Smile. "there, You Happy?" "dude," He Responded. "you Are One Ugly Shank.

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I Didn’t Do Anything Wrong. All I Know Is I Saw Two People Struggling To Get Inside These Walls And They Couldn’t Make It. To Ignore That Because Of Some Stupid Rule Seemed Selfish, Cowardly, And…well, Stupid. If You Want To Throw Me In Jail For Trying To Save Someone’s Life, Then Go Ahead. Next Time I Promise I’ll Point At Them And Laugh, Then Go Eat Some Of Frypan’s Dinner.

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It’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat His Own Klunk.

Such A Display Of Death - How Could It Be Considered A Victory?

I Don't Give A Crap If You're A Tangent Or A Really Smart Llama. You're My Friend And That's All That Matters

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You’re So Sweet,' Frypan Said With A Snort. 'go Ahead And Die With Thomas. I Think I’ll Sneak Away And Enjoy Living With The Guilt.

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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.

Can’t Take A Chance That One Day, In One Spot, Somewhere, An Exit Might Appear. We Can’t Give Up. Ever.

Get Your Runtcheeks Down Those Stairs, Right Now

All The Same, Thomas Now Had A Plan. As Bad As It Was, He Had A Plan. They Needed More Clues About The Code. They Needed Memories. So He Was Going To Get Stung By A Griever. Go Through The Changing. On Purpose.

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She And Thomas Had Helped Construct The Maze; At The Same Time She’d Exerted A Lot Of Effort To Build A Wall Holding Back Her Emotions.

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You’re Disgusting When You Eat,” Chuck Said, Sitting On The Bench Next To Him. “it’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat His Own Klunk.

Thoughts Of The Girl Crashed Around His Mind, Made Him Remember The Connection He Felt. A Sadness Washed Over Him, As If He Missed Her, Wanted To See Her. That Doesn't Make Sense, He Thought. I Don't Even Know Her Name.

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The Creators,” Minho Said; Then He Spat On The Floor. “i’m Gonna Break Your Faces!

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Minho Was The First One To Speak Since The Food Had Come. “maybe We Should Just Give In To Those Shuckfaces. Do What They Want. One Day We’ll All Sit Around, Fat And Happy.” Thomas Knew He Didn’t Mean A Word Of It. “yeah, Maybe You Can Find A Nice Pretty Girl Who Works Here, Settle Down, Get Married And Have Kids. Just In Time For The World To End In A Sea Of Lunatics.” Minho Kept At It. “wicked’s Going To Figure Out This Blueprint Business And We’ll All Live Happily Ever After.

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.

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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?

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The Betrayal Meant He Couldn't Trust Her Anymore, And His Heart Told Him He Couldn't Forgive Her.

Awww," Minho Said. "that's Almost As Sweet As That Time She Slammed The End Of A Spear Into Your Shuck Face.

Kill Me!" And Then Newt's Eyes Cleared, As If He'd Gained One Last Trembling Gasp Of Sanity, And His Voice Softened. "please, Tommy. Please." With His Heart Falling Into A Black Abyss, Thomas Pulled The Trigger.

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Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose,” He Repeated; The Bubble Of Phlegm In His Throat Made A Disgusting Crackle. “and It Really Blows.

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Too Bad We Don't Have A Flashlight." "thanks For Stating The Obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho Replied.

To Practice - Write Each And Every Day If Possible - Then Try To Attend Professional Writer's Conferences Where You Can Learn Your Craft, Get To Know Fellow Writers, And Meet Editors And Agents.

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Just Follow Me And Run Like Your Life Depends On It. Because It Does.

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Vince Couldn't Stop Talking, Spilling Thoughts That Had Obviously Churned Inside Him For Years. "we Could've Stopped The Spread Of The Disease A Lot Better Than We've Been Able To Cure The Disease... Thought The Magical Cure Would Save Them In The End. But If We Wait Any Longer We'll Run Out Of People To Save.

No. I Kind Of Accepted It, In A Way. That Saving You Was Worth Losing What We Might've Had.

Shouldn't Someone Give A Pep Talk Or Something?" Minho Asked, Pulling Thomas's Attention Away From Alby. "go Ahead," Newt Replied. Minho Nodded And Faced The Crowd. "be Careful," He Said Dryly. "don't Die.

Your Demons Are Always With You, Skale Answered. His Voice Seemed Even Raspier Than The Day Before. Don't You Understand That By Now? Always With You, Impossible To Escape. But You Never Can Guess How They Might Manifest Themselves.

It's Kind Of Hard To Ask A Dead Guy What He Did Wrong.

Never Give Up, Laugh A Lot. Be Good To Others.

What Would I Do Without You? I'd Die Of Stress And Depression Before Nature Killed Me.

Dude, You Tried To Slice My You-know-what's Off!" Thomas Laughed, Something That He Hadn't Done In A Long Time. He Welcomed It Happily. "too Bad I Didn't. Could've Saved The World From Future Little Minhos.

Kill Me. If You’ve Ever Been My Friend, Kill Me.

Next Time I'll Pat You On The Freaking Back For Stating The Obvious.

Ah, My Knight In Shining Armor. What, You Don't Think I Can Fend For Myself?

I've Been Shucked And Gone To Heaven.

I Do Love Ponies. Wish I Could Eat One Right Now.

I Promised I'd Save Him, Take Him Home! I Promised Him!" . . . Thomas Hugged Chuck To His Chest, Squeezed Him As Tightly As Possible, As If That Could Somehow Bring Him Back, Or Show Thanks For Saving His Life, For Being His Friend When No One Else Would. Thomas Cried, Wept Like He'd Never Wept Before. His Great, Racking Sobs Echoed Through The Chamber Like The Sounds Of Tortured Pain. (pg 358 Hardback)

What's Going On?" Newt Asked, Looking Back And Forth Between Thomas And Aris. "why're You Guys Looking At Each Other Like You Just Fell In Love?

Thomas Hated The People Who'd Taken This Poor, Innocent Kid Form His Family. He Hated Them With A Passion He Didn't Know A Human Could Feel. He Wanted Them Dead, Tortured, Even. He Wanted Chuck To Be Happy. But Happiness Had Been Ripped Form Their Lives. Love Had Been Ripped From Their Lives.

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