Quotes from James Dashner

wouldn't allow himself to give in to Minho's hopelessness—he didn't want to give up

He wanted to be a Runner. He would be a Runner. Deep inside he knew he had to go out there, into the Maze. Despite everything he'd learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst.

Well, keep lookin' for it. Strain your mind, spend your free time wanderin' your thoughts, and think about this place. Delve inside that brain of yours, and seek it out. Try, for all our sakes." "I will." Thomas closed his eyes, started searching the darkness of his mind. "Not now, you dumb shuck." Newt laughed. "I just meant do it from now on.

You're welcome. I was just trying to help.' Thomas felt like kicking him in the face.

The older man's bushy gray eyebrows bunched up in the middle as if they were hairy bugs trying to mate.

Minho had taught Thomas that speaking only wasted energy, so he concentrated on his pace and his breaths.

Owr brave little shank!

It's like we're on the moon," Sarah whispered. Michael squeezed her elbow. "Except that we can breathe, there are no stars, and there's still gravity." "Yeah, other than that, it's like we're on the moon.

I don't know how history will judge the actions of WICKED, but I state here for the record that the organization only ever had one goal, and that was to preserve the human race. And in this last act, we have done just that. As we tried to instill in each of our subjects over and over, WICKED is good.

I plan to write three words on my arm before entering the Box, hoping that its simple message will plant seed in the Gladers who see it. To remind them, even subconsciously, what it is we fight for. It's a phrase I saw on a cold, dark night long ago, the Crank pits seething behind me. It's a phrase that I believe with all my heart, despite the horrors. I think you know what it is.

Nothing like a good friend to toss you down a flight of stairs.

Don't give up!

Being holed up in here does wonders for making the brain do what it was made for.

I wrote the lies of my farewell with two fingers.

Teresa handed Thomas a really long knife, almost a sword. He couldn't imagine where she'd been hiding these things, but she now held a short dagger in addition to her spear.

That can't be good. If something has a nickname, that means it's big and being talked about. Not good at all.

Who am I nicknamed after?" "I don't know, Darwin, maybe? The dude who figured out evolution." "I bet no one's ever called him a dude before.

THOMAS, YOU'RE THE REAL LEADER

They'd already learned it wasn't smart to eat quickly after such a long period of fasting, but he didn't care. If he threw it all up, he'd just enjoy eating all over again. Hopefully a fresh batch.

The kind of noise that made your skin crawl and made you press your hands to your ears and pray it went away.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I never said jack about me being braver than anybody. I'm just sick of hearing people's voices. Yours included." Minho snickered. "Slinthead, when you try to be mean, it's just freaking hilarious.

Look," Thomas said, pointing down the line of stacks they'd formed, confused, but happy that the letters were so obvious. "It spells FLOAT and then it spells CAT." "Float cat?" Newt asked. "Doesn't sound like a bloody rescue code to me.

Taste good?" Brenda asked as she dug into her own food. "Please. I'd push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff," Thomas said. "I'd kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad." "Guess my mom doesn't have much of a chance if she's ever standing between us and a grocery store." "Guess not.

Even more reason to do what the note says," Thomas said. Brenda's face showed doubt. "I really think we should