Quotes from James Dashner

I remember remembering," she muttered, sitting down with a heavy sigh; she pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees. "Feelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they're empty. As if everything before this is just on the other side of a white curtain. Including you.

We're all Bloody inspired

Thomas's mouth dried up—he'd seen them face to face, remembered it all too well; he had to remind himself to breathe. The others in the room were still; no one made a sound. Fear seemed to hover in the air like a blizzard of black snow.

you don't look very hard for things you don't believe will or can happen.

Choose right now or they both die!" Thomas opened his eyes and stepped forward. Then he pointed at Brenda and said the two most foul words to ever pass through his lips. "Kill her.

Rose took my nose, I suppose. And it really blows...Get it? It really blows. My nose. Taken by Rose. I suppose.

Welcome to the Glade.

Calm down, boy. We've been in a lot tougher situations than this," Alec answered. "Just find something—anything—you can get your hands on and bang away at somebody's head if they come charging.

You can't give up. I won't let you." - Newt, The Scorch trials

I will find a way to kill you three times

All he could do was focus on the next rung of the ladder: Trina. He had to find Trina. If for no other reason than so he could die with her.

Looks like a maze," Thomas whispered,

The Keeper spotted them and approached at a limping run. Thomas noticed he'd let go of Teresa's hand without thinking about it.

I'm programmed so that only you two can see my old Aura. Everyone else sees an entirely different guy. Boom. Amazing, I know.

Their politeness annoyed Thomas. He remembered stories of killers being put to death in the old days. They always got a last meal, too. As fancy as they wanted it. "I want steak," he said, stopping to look at her. "And shrimp. And lobster. And pancakes. And a candy bar." "I'm sorry—you'll have to settle for a couple of sandwiches." Thomas sighed. "Figures.

yelled, but Chuck was already off the box and running

He's not learning. He's not experiencing. He's remembering. He walks to the next screen, hungry to be himself again.

Shut up! Do you think we're morons?" Michael kept his expression blank. Oh how badly he wanted to say "Yup.

Maybe when their minds go, they're not themselves anymore. Maybe the Newt we know is gone and he's not aware of what's happening to him. So really, he's not suffering." Minho almost looked offended by the notion. "Nice try, slinthead, but I don't believe it. I think he'll always be there just enough to be screaming on the inside, deranged and suffering every shuck second of it. Tormented like a dude buried alive.

Desterrado? ¿Y eso qué significa? -no pudo evitar la pregunta, aunque sabía que no podía ser nada bueno si Chuck pensaba que era peor que estar muerto. En ese instante, tuvo la sensación más perturbadora desde su llegada al Área. Chuck no contestó, simplemente sonrió. A pesar de todo, a pesar de lo horrible que era esa situación, se rió. Luego salió corriendo, tal vez para contarle a otro las emocionantes noticias.

I'm a bloody Crank!

Todos saben en lo que se están metiendo —Teresa le cogió de la mano—. ¿Recuerdas? No hay nada que perder. Thomas se acordó, pero, por algún motivo, las palabras de Teresa cayeron en saco roto, no le dieron esperanzas. —No hay nada que perder —repitió el chico.

Y, aun así, no habían encontrado una salida. Y, a pesar de eso, a pesar de la completa falta de esperanza en aquella situación, seguían sin rendirse.

La oscuridad [...] parecía presionar en la ventana desde fuera, con promesas de que algo malo iba a llegar.