Occupation: Author Birth: November 26, 1972
You scared of that pip-squeak? Dude, you got a lot to learn. Freakin' Newbies..
Thomas: Is it [my brain] fixed? Brenda: It worked, judging from the fact that you're not trying to kill us anymore..
What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?.
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 ….
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 coul….
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….
Movement from Brenda grabbed Thomas's attention. He looked to see her drop the knife away from Minho and step back, absently wiping the small trace o….
He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?' 'Like the….
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 wante….
Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?.
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..
When I'm feeling a little empty in the head, I like to go see movies or read to loosen things up there..
I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading..
The betrayal meant he couldn't trust her anymore, and his heart told him he couldn't forgive her..
Tomorrow," Minho added. "Somehow, some way..
I've always had high ambitions and aspirations..
Can’t take a chance that one day, in one spot, somewhere, an exit might appear. We can’t give up. Ever..
She smiled for the first time, and he almost had to look away, as if something that nice didn’t belong in such a glum and gray place, as if he had no….
Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?.
I sent a lot of publishing ideas to my publisher, about 30 of them. Each time except 3, i got a "rejection letter". This is basically what a rejectio….
Maybe you should just press the button.