Thomas was sick of being accused of knowing things.

They called you the Glue””The Glue?””Yeah. Probably because you’re kind of the glue that holds us all together

Down the road a bit, I would like to write a couple of stand-alone adult novels, especially in the horror genre. I’ve got lots of things up my sleeve.

He’s not learning. He’s not experiencing. He’s remembering.He walks to the next screen, hungry to be himself again.

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.

Man, you are one butt-load of sunshine, let me tell you.

Yeah, you’re a regular Mozart…well, except for the whole music thing.

In my early writing, all of my characters were exactly the same person. They all spoke the same, made the same types of jokes, reacted the same, etc. I think they were all just me...

For the first time in his life, Michael understood why real soldiers coming back from real wars often had a hard time getting over the things they’d seen and done. And had done to them....

Saving you was worth losing what we might’ve had.

Awww,” Minho said. “That’s almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.

Thomas: Is it [my brain] fixed?Brenda: It worked, judging from the fact that you’re not trying to kill us anymore…

Teach you a lesson in stupidity.Why’d you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the goodtimes in the Glade?

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.