Quotes from James Dashner

Look at the Greenbean," a scratchy voice said; Thomas couldn't see who it came from. "Gonna break his shuck neck checkin' out the new digs." Several boys laughed. "Shut your hole, Gally," a deeper voice responded.

But Thomas knew they were not, of course, ghosts. They were the people who'd sent them all to the Glade. The people who'd taken their lives away from them. The Creators.

He's right it does not matter anymore because the people we were before the maze they don't even exist anymore what does matter is who we are now and what we do right now

Hey, buddy, you suck at suicide negotiations.

Thomas was sick of being accused of knowing things.

El hecho de saber lo que podía ocurrir era agobiante, un manto asfixiante de miedo y sufrimiento que empezaba a cobrar vida. Casi deseaba que aquellos cabrones llegaran y acabaran con todo. La espera era insoportable. Los gemidos distantes de los laceradores se iban acercando a medida que la noche avanzaba, y cada minuto parecía durar más que el anterior.

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A small piece of bacon flew out of his mouth when he spoke.

We can't try to outguess them anymore. Sometimes they do things just to make me do the opposite of what they think I think they think I want to do." "Huh?" the three of them asked at the same time, confusion transforming their faces.

Parece un laberinto —susurró Thomas, casi riéndose para sus adentros. Como si las cosas no pudieran ponerse más raras. Le habían borrado la memoria y le habían metido en un laberinto gigante. Era una locura tan grande que hasta le hacía gracia.

I'm crazy, boy. I'm a madman. I could eat both of you for dinner and love every bite.

They say that some things are worse than death. That might be true. Probably is. But life and death are the beginning and end of beauty. You can't have one without the other.

There are no rules. There are no guidelines.

There's a lady slumped on the edge of the landing and her face is gone, replaced by melted skin and blood. Mark feels as if he's been given a glimpse into hell.

Okay." He hesitated. One word. So far, not so good.

Me acordé de cuando era chico, dónde vivía, ese tipo de cosas. Y si Dios en persona bajara del cielo en este mismo momento y me dijera que puedo volver a mi casa... -miró hacia el piso y sacudió la cabeza de nuevo-. Si lo que vi fue real, te juro que me voy a vivir con los Penitentes antes que regresar.

We have more than enough data to create a blueprint.

Tu vida anterior ya no existe más. Una nueva se ha iniciado. Recuerda. Corre. Sobrevive.

The dreams came. The memories. More vivid than ever before. As if the depth of his exhaustion had created the perfect canvas for them.

Killing another human. It wasn't easy to accept.

Thomas knew he had to be careful. It was strange that she only agreed with him about WICKED now that she'd gotten her memories back.

Maybe. It's now or never." "Cameras and guards? It's a big risk." "But they have our friends." Alec nodded slowly. "Said like a true soldier.

As you may well know by now, the Givers are mysterious, and love to speak in riddles. It's more annoying than having sand in your underpants...

But the well-intended idea had gone very bad. Filling a place with people who had no hope and knew they were about to descend into a rotten, horrific spiral of insanity ended up creating some of the most wretched anarchic zones ever known to man. With the residents well aware that there could be no real punishment or consequences worse than what they already faced, crime rates grew astronomically. And so the developments became havens of debauchery.