To know only artificial night is as absurd and evil as to know only artificial day.
Never give up, laugh a lot. Be good to others.
. . . You'd think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.
I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. "It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days. " "My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.
Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?
We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.
Thomas had a depressing - and scary - thought. 'Am I. . . replacing someone? Did somebody get killed?' Minho shook his head. 'No, we're just training you - someone'll want a break. Don't worry, it's been a while since a Runner was killed. ' For some reason that last statement worried Thomas, though he hoped it didn't show on his face.
I learned real early why God gave us two ears and one mouth, because you're supposed to listen twice as much as you talk.
There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see - not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.
If you can't pay for a thing, don't buy it. If you can't get paid for it, don't sell it.