Quotes from James Dashner

Chuck seemed deep in thought. "Well, they found a dead Griever, right?" "Yeah," Newt replied. "Thanks for that bit of news." Chuck absently tapped his fork against the table for a few seconds. "Well, then who killed the stupid thing?" Excellent question, Thomas thought. He waited for Newt to answer, but nothing came. He obviously didn't have a clue.

I'd go with you," the boy said in a far too jovial voice, "but I don't wanna die a gruseome death.

Nice to meet you," Brenda replied, I'm a Crank. I'm slowly getting crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people. Thomas here promised to save me." Though she was obviously joking, she didn't even crack a smile. Thomas had to hide a wince. "Funny, Brenda." "Glad to see you still have a sense of humor about it," Teresa said. But her face could've turned water to ice.

Klunk's another word for poo. Poo makes a klunk sound when it falls in our pee pots." Thomas looked at Chuck, unable to believe he was having this conversation. "That's nice" was all he could manage.

So he was going to get stung by a Griever. Go through the Changing. On purpose.

Now you know what bloody lurks in the Maze, my friend. Now you know this isn't joke time. You've been sent to the Glade, Greenie, and we'll be expectin' ya to survive and help us do what we've been sent here to do.

He'd killed Newt. He'd shot his own friend in the head.

She's immune to the Flare. Use her. Do it before the crazy people find you.

Ella sonrió por primera vez y él casi tuvo que desviar la mirada, como si no tuviera derecho de contemplar su expresión. Pensó que no podía ocurrir algo tan lindo en un lugar tan sombrío y gris.

Murió para salvarte, dijo Teresa. Fue su elección. No la desperdicies.

Tomorrow, his training would begin. Tomorrow, he could start helping them find that missing something. Right then Thomas made a decision. Forget all the weird stuff. Forget all the bad things. Forget it all. He wouldn't quit until he'd solved the puzzle and found a way home.

he was psyching himself up for what he had planned for that evening, convincing himself it was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. Plus, he was absolutely terrified and he didn't want the others to notice.

And yet it's not really an experiment as much as it is … constructing a blueprint.

I'm coming for you Newt

Though something told him there was a better chance of Gally bringing him flowers than of passing a day in the Glade with nothing strange happening.

Thomas had never heard such arrogance from her. She was either a really good actress or had started going crazy. Gained a split personality or two.

These bad boys're what we call Runnie-undies. Keep you, um, nice and comfy." "Nice and comfy?" "Yeah, ya know. Your-" "Yeah, got it." Thomas took the underwear and other stuff.

I was the last one to come through. Did everyone make it?" "We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull," Minho responded.

There's always hope. Always. You just never know what life—or death—might bring. I think we've all seen that the world is a little more complicated than we ever could have imagined.

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

You're Subject A-two," Newt answered. Then he lowered his eyes "And?" Thomas pushed. Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says . . . 'To be killed by Group B.

I only have two fingers left. I wrote the lies of my farewell with two fingers. That is the truth. We are evil. They are kids. We are evil.

Sorry, Tommy," Newt muttered in his ear. "Could've been a bit more gentle.

All of them, you slinthead shuck-faced piece of klunk." Minho smiled.