Quotes from James Dashner

You're sure?" Newt prodded,

Newt looked at the Cranks, then back at Thomas. 'It comes and goes, man. I can't explain it. Sometimes I can't control myself, barely know what I'm doing. But usually it's just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything off-kilter just enough to nother me-make me angry.

Maybe it was bad, maybe he was a jerk. But looking at her made him want Teresa back.

These people will think their way around an ice cream cone before ever giving it a lick.

Five feet. Four feet. Three. Two. Thomas knew he had no choice. He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the Maze. The walls slammed shut behind him, the echo of its boom bouncing off the ivy-covered stone like mad laughter.

they stared at the vanishing light of day, the sky and water going from orange to pink to purple, then dark blue.

He tore it out and sat down to write a message. Pen was almost to paper when he stalled, as if he'd had the perfect thing to say but it floated out of his mind like vanished smoke. Sighing, he itched with irritation.

You are one ugly shank.

He didn't remember any of the stories, and the thought filled him with a heavy sadness.

They're here to get you," Mom says through a sob. "My sweet, the love of my life, they're here to get you.

I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.

The creature was a horrific mix of animal and machine, and seemed to realize it was being observed, seemed to know what lay inside the walls of the Glade, seemed to want to get inside and feast on human flesh.

But you need to understand your history. What got us here, why we're in this mess. You'll never figure out where you're going until you understand from where you came.

Together, Thomas and Teresa watched, and imagined what it must be like.

People love, Thomas. Best of times, worst of times. People love. You should make sure she knows how you feel.

He didn't know what he needed in life, or what he was meant to accomplish. Friends were what he had, and they were all that mattered.

The man had no hair. And he had no ears.

It scared him, too, but for some reason it was now the sole purpose of his life, the only thing that prevented his mind from slipping into that ever-expanding void of...dissonance.

And he still has clothes on, which means it couldn't have burned his skin in too many places. He'll be fine." "Yeah, good that," Newt replied with a sarcastic chuckle. "Remind me not to hire you as my buggin' doctor anytime soon.

the Box lay open, as if inviting him to jump back in and go home. Near

He felt it burn in his heart.

Oh, man. I'm shucked. I'm shucked for good.

Dawn seemed to come late the next day, as if the sun had decided to sleep in, the sky wrapped in gray clouds, the threat of rain heavy and imminent.

The bodies were gone, with no sign that they'd ever been there in the first place.