Quotes from James Dashner

Though he'd never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.

She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she'd exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions.

Phase Two. The Scorch Trials.

Thomas had a depressing - and scary - thought. 'Am I . . . replacing someone? Did somebody get killed?' Minho shook his head. 'No, we're just training you - someone'll want a break. Don't worry, it's been a while since a Runner was killed.' For some reason that last statement worried Thomas, though he hoped it didn't show on his face.

He felt empty and lost like he didn't belong anywhere.

Yeah, you're a regular Mozart...well, except for the whole music thing.

Newt shook his head, his face a mixture of anger and awe. "What you did was half brave and half bloody stupid. Seems like you're pretty good at that.

Who knows the true definition of real?

But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything. "There's something about us. We're not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We're valuable. Alive, not dead." The anger on Jorge's face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What's a shank?

Don't mess with Teresa. If I teach you nothing else in life, it's that. Don't mess with Teresa.

Whoa," Thomas said, feeling bolder by the minute. "Slim it nice and calm there, old fella. You look three steps away from a heart attack.

Everything crushed in on me at once. Sure made me feel better- don't feel bad about crying. Ever.

Paul screamed out words as he struggled to stand. "Good...gracious...mercy...mama...you people...are FAT !

I'm gonnna break your faces!

You're going to shoot me? Old pal?

He shot me." It just came out, a new number one on the list of the dumbest things he'd ever said.

As we tried to instill in each of our subjects over and over, WICKED is good.

Algunas veces me pregunto... -murmuró Thomas. -¿Te preguntas, qué? -Si importa estar vivo. Si no sería mucho más facil estar muerto.

Hello, Noses!

I am a Crank, Minho! I am a Crank! Why can't you get that through your bloody head? If you had the Flare and knew what you were about to go through, would you want your friends to stand around and watch? Huh? Would you want that?

Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn't make sense, he thought. I don't even know her name.

If we're gonna die, let's do it freakin' fighting!

In other words, a considerable portion of your extraordinary gift comes from the simple fact that you very much want to do good." -Master George