Quotes from James Dashner

Sample after sample. Class after class. Puzzle after puzzle. Day after day. Month after month.

We were unable to discover either a vaccine or a treatment for the Flare.

A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy's body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth.

Aim high, hit low.

Hey, back to me, guys. I'm supposed to be traumatized, and you're supposed to be making me feel better. So far, you suck at it.

There's more of them up there!" Thomas screamed in his ear from behind. "You have to stop! They'll kill you! They'll kill all of us!

It was a strange world. But Thomas was alive, and he lived.

They were boys, all of them—some young, some older. Thomas didn't know what he'd expected, but seeing those faces puzzled him. They were just teenagers.

Her sweet little cry like that of angel among demons

What size you wear?" "Size?" Thomas thought for a second. "I … don't know." "Eleven." "Geez, shank, you got big feet." Minho stood up holding a pair of sleek silver ones. "But looks like I've got some – man, we could go canoeing in these things.

Thomas no respondió y se quedaron durante un rato largo tomados de la mano, sin decir una palabra. Sintió un poco de paz, por fugaz que fuera, y trató de disfrutarla el tiempo que durara.

His joy dribbled away, turned into a deep mourning for the twenty people who'd lost their lives. Despite the alternative, despite knowing that if they hadn't tried to escape, all of them might've died, it still hurt, even though he hadn't known them very well. Such a display of death—how could it be considered a victory?

He'd been at the Glade for roughly twenty-four hours. One full day. And look at all the things that had happened. All the terrible things. Surely it could only get better.

They hugged, tight and warm and full of the promise he'd made upon waking up.

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

He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking, and he suddenly felt freezing cold. "What have I done?" he mumbled, but the others didn't say a word.

He might die." "Or worse. He might live." He hears one last thing, finally something that doesn't make him shiver in disgust or fright. "Or he and the others might save us. Save us all.

Oddly, one of the first thoughts that popped into Michael's mind was why didn't these animals mind cooking their friends? Though maybe geese and chickens weren't on the same social level.

We are evil. They are kids. We are evil. We should stop, let the Munies have the world. We are evil. We can't play God. We can't do this to kids.

El mundo parecía desvanecerse. Todo se volvió dulce y adormecido. Y la oscuridad, de algún modo, era reconfortante.

it was like opening up that vast void within all over again. As if during the days since her disappearance a thick liquid had slowly seeped in and filled that chamber, only to have it all sucked out again when she came and went.

psycho monsters.

Newt closed his eyes and tried not to see Tommy in the darkness of his mind.

If she tried to speak, it would all come out: Her pain, her fear. Her anger. Her tears. And then her efforts to be strong for the boy would have been for naught. So she kept it in, a dam against a raging river.