Quotes from James Dashner

Running away from her was the hardest thing he'd ever done, he had no doubt of it.

Everything is relative." The man didn't move a muscle as he spoke. "A knife is a godsend to the man tied in ropes, death to the man in chains.

I've met some brave people in my life. And I've met some awfully stupid people. You're one of the rare ones that are both.

A knife is a godsend to the man tied in ropes, death to the man in chains.

He let out a short laugh. "You sound like Sherlock Holmes. You gonna pull out a magnifying glass? A pipe, maybe?

Shank's got more guts than I've fried up from every pig and cow in the last year." He paused, as if expecting a laugh, but none came. "How stupid is this—he saves Alby's life, kills a couple of Grievers, and we're sitting here yappin' about what to do with him. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk.

That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

He flat out needed Chuck, like a kid with a security blanket.

She means the world to me, and nothing will ever change that.

Minho clucked his tongue. "Who cares about that? What's this freakin' stuff about her being the Betrayer?" "And what's 'Group A, Subject A1' mean?" This was Newt, who handed over the fire extinguisher to Thomas. "Anyway, your turn to break a buggin' door handle.

You can't be serious." Thomas could only nod. Minho's shoulders slumped, and his eyes fell to the floor. "How did the world get so shucked?" The words barely came out, low and full of pain. "I'm sorry," Newt said, and there were tears streaming down his face. "I'm … I'm going to shoot if you don't go. Now.

Being careful hasn't gotten us squat.

Quiero decir, debería ser imposible, algunas veces no miras con la suficiente atención las cosas que no crees que pasaran o pueden pasar.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters

And hating himself for caring after everything she'd done to him.

That's not how it works around here, and our whole existence depends on things working.

Thomas kept his focus on Gally. He saw a sadness in the boy's eyes that made his heart break. And he also saw something he'd never seen there before: trust. Genuine trust.

He knew he had a lot to learn—that was why he was asking questions.

We hid the Maps, Thomas." At first it didn't compute. "Huh?

Where are we going?" Thomas asked, still feeling the weight of seeing those walls close, thinking about the maze, the confusion, the fear. He hold himself to stop or he'd drive himself crazy. Trying to grasp a sense of normalcy, he made a weak attempt at a joke. "If you're looking for a goodnight kiss, forget it.

I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?

if any of your body parts become detached due to an unfortunate encounter with a crank, I highly advise you leave said body part behind and run like hell. Unless it's a leg, of course.

We were way more than close. Things happened. We remembered stuff. Made new memories.

Puede que esas cosas sean sanguinarias, pero no son más tontas porque no se entrenan