Quotes from James Dashner

In front of him, a flat pan of dry and lifeless earth stretched as far as he could see. Not a single tree. Not a bush. No hills or valleys. Just an orange-yellow sea of dust and rocks; wavering currents of heated air boiled on the horizon

How do we always get into these messes?" Minho asked. "At least we used to be able to blame everything on WICKED." "Yeah, well, we still can." Thomas murmured. Minho grinned. "Good. Those shuck-faces.

Mark had always felt like she was his as a simple matter of the situation. Pretty much everyone else she'd ever known had died; he was a scrap left over for her to take, the alternative to being forever alone.

We could've stopped the spread of the disease a lot better than we've been able to cure the disease. But WICKED sucked up all the money and all the best people. Not only that, they gave us false hope, and nobody took the care they should've. Thought the magical cure would save them in the end. But if we wait any longer we'll run out of people to save.

was as if his memory loss had stolen a chunk of his language—it was disorienting.

I've got a lot of books in my head, so hopefully we can be friends for a long time. With all my heart, mind, body, and soul … thank you!

if some shank decides he's a sissy-pants and tries to turn back, I'll make sure he does it with a broken nose and smashed privates.

Es uno de esos momentos en los que el cerebro necesita unos instantes para asimilar los sucesos que se desarrollan ante tus ojos; la impresión bloquea temporalmente el camino.

And for that, they would pay. Thomas swore this to himself a thousand times a day.

You ain't scared... you ain't human

The rage crept in. Like a shivering rat looking for a spot of warmth, a crumb of food.

Eat. Sleep. Exercise. Thirst for revenge. That was what he did for three more days. Alone. On the twenty-sixth day, the door opened.

Norbert Johnson

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. "You're—we're—doing the right thing." "I 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.

Goose bumps broke out down his chest and arms.

It was as if the buildings were alive, growing right before their eyes as they got closer.

You're very observant, Jimmy," he said, and I thought it was pretty dumb to call it observant—it seemed obvious.

close his eyes again. "What're you

One of these days we need to get Weber locked in a room with some nice torture devices. I'm ready to go medieval on her.

I'm tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this pain.

And because of that there will be a cure. Eventually. For everyone.

Thomas shrugged. "I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now." His stomach grumbled and gurgled.

Mark had so many questions, he couldn't get them out fast enough.

I don't!" Minho shouted. "And believe me, you or nobody