Quotes About Discovery

Did a bloody Griever come out and ask for a snog?

I want to be a Runner.

Find our way out, Greenie. Solve the buggin' Maze and find our way out.

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.

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

He wanted to be a Runner. He would be a Runner. Deep inside he knew he had to go out there, into the Maze. Despite everything he'd learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst.

Look," Thomas said, pointing down the line of stacks they'd formed, confused, but happy that the letters were so obvious. "It spells FLOAT and then it spells CAT." "Float cat?" Newt asked. "Doesn't sound like a bloody rescue code to me.

They were boys, all of them—some young, some older. Thomas didn't know what he'd expected, but seeing those faces puzzled him. They were just teenagers.

For some reason, he was different from everyone else in the Glade. He felt like he'd lived an entire lifetime since awakening from his memory wipe, but he'd only been there a week.

I know you," Gally added without looking back. "I saw you in the Changing, and I'm gonna figure out who you are.

Must lead to where the … ya know … Grievers live," he said when finished. "The Griever Hole," Thomas added.

Parece un laberinto —susurró Thomas, casi riéndose para sus adentros. Como si las cosas no pudieran ponerse más raras. Le habían borrado la memoria y le habían metido en un laberinto gigante. Era una locura tan grande que hasta le hacía gracia.

No sabrás nunca adónde vas hasta que no entiendas de dónde vienes.

mean, it should be impossible—sometimes you don't look very hard for things you don't believe will or can happen.

Welcome to the Glade.

Looks like a maze," Thomas whispered,

I was just a kid," Thomas said, surprising himself.

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

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

Thomas let out a slight laugh. "The Maze. The Grievers. WICKED. You name it.

So where is it?" Newt asked, leaning forward in his chair. "Over the Cliff," Thomas answered. "We have to go through the Griever Hole.

Piece by piece, you'll learn—I'll be takin' you on the Tour tomorrow.

The Box, shuck-face, the Box!

Thomas thought about how he'd always felt a connection to her, ever since she arrived in the Glade. He wanted to dig a little more and see what she said: -What are you talking about? -Wish I knew. I'm just trying to bounce ideas off you to see if it sparks anything in your mind.