Quotes from James Dashner

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

Late nights, bloodshot eyes at school, walking around like a Flare-infested Crank,

Dude, you tried to slice my you-know-whats off!" Thomas laughed, something he hadn't done in a long time. He welcomed it happily. "Too bad I didn't. Could've saved the world from future little Minhos.

They fell from the sky in jagged streaks, like bars of

He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the Maze. The walls slammed shut behind him,

But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

Denying the truth would solve nothing.

Where am I?" Thomas asked, surprised

dead might be a lot easier.

You don't understand, shuck-face! You don't know anything, and you're just making it worse by trying to have hope! We're dead, you hear me? Dead!

dying would be the easy way out.

For a long time they just sat there, holding hands, no words spoken, in their minds or aloud. He felt the slightest hint of peace, as fleeting as it was, and tried to enjoy it for however long it might last.

of sickly beige flesh—none of them the same length. They wiggled and grasped for something that wasn't there, as if the creature inside was searching to get a grip to pull itself out.

mutating or something?

The first purple traces of dawn were what woke up Thomas

Zart the Fart, you start." There were a few snickers as Zart, the quiet big guy who watched over the Gardens, shifted in his seat.

He'd escaped WICKED only to be held at gunpoint by an average everyday

Jorge already did—checked the Berg tracking system. They went to a city called Denver.

Never give up. Laugh a lot. Be good to others.

Except Minho—he was trying to talk to some cute girl, but her eyes were closed.

She's the last one. Ever.

Into the cargo room. Down the ramp of the hatch door, into the brightness of day. They'd barely stepped off of it when squeals pierced the air and the slab of metal began to close. Alec lifted the Berg off the ground, blue thrusters roaring. Mark was barely holding onto his mind, but he felt a sudden, unbearable sadness. He'd never see the old bear again.

How can you enjoy ice cream if you never eat broccoli?

A place we've never looked before?" Alby asked. "What do you think we've been doing for two years