Quotes from James Dashner

Michael was not himself. He lay on the bed of a stranger,

maybe its all gonna be over" "Yeah, right." Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once

Sometimes I wonder, if being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.

False hope. Guess that's better than no hope at all.

A thick, heavily muscled Asian kid folded his arms as he studied Thomas, his tight shirtsleeves rolled up to show off his biceps.

Beatriz se llevó mi nariz, en un desliz.

The room fell silent. Thomas has never seen Newt like this. So angry-- so unwilling to put a calm front, even.

I'm tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this pain." Thomas shrugged. "I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now." His stomach grumbled and gurgled.

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".

partner—is standing there, holding her gun. Mark slouches down, waiting for the barrage of bullets. But instead, he notices the woman aim the weapon at herself, the muzzle propped against the bottom of her chin. Mark wants to scream, to tell her not to do it. But it's too late. The woman pulls the trigger. The boat drives on.

Be unpredictable, Be Real, Be Interesting. Tell a good story.

Groggy. Achy. My muscles feel like a granny's.

Ok then, Break your promise and I'll never promise you.

Back in the present, these thoughts tormented Mark for at least another hour—and he knew if he dreamed it would only get worse. He was scared of being scared. He drifted off despite his efforts. Sleep came over him like cold, crashing waves.

Then the strangest thing happened. Thomas looked out the window and saw a banged-up Crank staring at him from twenty feet away. It took him a second to register that the Crank was his friend. Newt. CHAPTER 55 Newt looked horrible.

The Lincoln Building, Mark tells himself. Get there; then you can go find your family.

don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

Once he let go of thinking about things in such a black-and-white manner, he was able to start seeing his own thoughts and conscience as things he could mentally manipulate. That was when he started making progress.

We just need to get through it. Walk fast, but don't look like you know where you're going. We can't afford to carry anything—empty your arms and pockets or we might get attacked. We'll just have to hope we can find things in the Lincoln Building.

The Berg pitched and Thomas held on to a bar in the wall as the ship lowered to the ground. The ramp door started cranking open with the squeal of hinges

He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, for a moment wanting nothing but to fall asleep and never wake up again, or to do the opposite and kneel, bashing his head against the floor until it was over. But there was still that small sliver of clarity in his mind. He held on to it like a man clinging to a root on the side of a sheer cliff.

After a few hours of not seeing any sign of them, he relaxed into the drudgery of walking, walking and then more walking.

The Changing.

He heard a sickening thunk, his head twisting to the side just in time to see that Darnell had a five-inch-long dart sticking out of his shoulder, its thin metal shaft planted deep within the muscle. Blood trickled down from the wound. The boy made a strange grunt as he collapsed to the ground.