Quotes from James Dashner

Sometimes you have to let go. Sometimes you have to let others share your burden.

How could they be in the same room and not joke about some smell or make fun of some clueless slouch nearby? How could she ever stand in front of him and not leap at the chance to communicate telepathically?

What's his name?" Teresa asked. Ladena answered in a weary voice as she started walking down the corridor. "They've called him Thomas.

La misión de CRUEL es servir y preservar a la humanidad, a cualquier precio. Somos, efectivamente, "buenos".

Bueno, es medio estúpido mandarme a un lugar donde nada tiene sentido y no contestar mis preguntas.

I mean, it should be impossible—sometimes you don't look very hard for things you don't believe will or can happen.

You're a bloody spy," the stranger said, as calmly as if they'd just sat down for a cup of coffee together. "And to make it worse, you're trying to steal our Berg. And strike three, you're an ugly son of a gun, aren't you?" "I was just going to say the same thing about you," Mark replied. Everything had turned surreal.

But life and death are the beginning and end of beauty. You can't have one without the other.

there was something about the largest object in the solar system vanishing that tended to disrupt normal schedules.

I'd love to see a cheeseburger right about now, though.

It's gonna be a buggin' long time before the world can ever get back to normal. Even if it can—we'll never see it.

The kicker was an image of Bryson, naked as the day he was born, being chased by seven mermaids that were so angry they had sprouted legs. He'd never admitted exactly what he'd done.

See ya tomorrow," he says. Which is true, and it hurts.

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong. (Minho from The Maze Runner)

Este lugar es el Área, ¿de acuerdo? Es donde vivimos, comemos y dormimos. Nos llamamos a nosotros mismos los Habitantes del Área. Eso es todo lo que…

It's be tough now or everyone dies later.

Frozen by fear. Not able to move. Your mind screaming

By the end of the day, the Gladers had turned into a small army. A very pathetic, ill-prepared Army, Thomas thought, but an army all the same.

They've already got a name for it, by the way. They're calling it the Flare.

My memory's fading already, Tom. I won't remember much when I wake up. We can pass the Trials. It has to end. They sent me as a trigger.

Stay together. Don't die." "Well, we're all bloody inspired.

Tom, I'm really sorry. I can tell you're having a hard time forgiving me. Would you be any different? No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Maybe you'll forgive me someday." Thomas almost hated her for sounding so reasonable.

And if all has gone according to plan, we have sent the brightest, the strongest, the toughest of our subjects to a safe place, where they can begin civilization anew while the rest of the world is driven to extinction.