“Sure. But if an undead creature or whatever comes out to eat our brains or suck out our blood, don't blame me.”

“Our tongues can’t compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There is a lot of fear buried into that little pen. It holds all of our agony, our torment, our blood and our heaven.”

“I don't understand what makes them come out like that!""Hunger," said Jem. "Were you thinking about blood?""No""Were you thinking about eating me?" Will inquired."No!”

“Our brain accepts what the eyes see and our eye looks for whatever our brain wants.”

“I rubbed him along his back, letting him know I was there for him, and if we did have our brains sucked out at least we were together.”

“We want to be open-minded enough to accept radical new ideas when they occasionally come along, but we don't want to be so open-minded that our brains fall out.”