Quotes About Mystery

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.

Watch out for the ugly man with no ears.

Thomas still loved eavesdropping

The Maze is a code.

The Griever came to life, spikes popping out of

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.

Everything we do—our whole life, Greenie—revolves around the Maze. Every lovin' second of every lovin' day we spend in honor of the Maze, tryin' to solve somethin' that's not shown us it has a bloody solution,

What are those?" he whispered as loudly as he dared,

Despite everything he'd learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst. A movement up on the left wall of the South Door caught his attention. Startled, he reacted quickly, looking just in time to see a flash of silver. A patch of ivy shook

A word with obvious menace, yet an entity they were told was good?

ghostly forms of darkness in the heat mirage,

them in," he said in a gravelly voice. A minute

Though the window to his past was caked with grime, revealing little more than splotchy glimpses, he knew he'd worked with WICKED.

Thomas and Teresa

What's the detector?" Thomas asked. "It detects stuff," Brenda replied curtly. Thomas wrinkled his face at her.

Let's all go over there. She could have an army of psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers.

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

Beatriz se llevó mi nariz, en un desliz.

The low bump-bump-bump suddenly seemed to come from everywhere at once, the echoes bouncing back and forth between the alley walls.

You must be talking about my new friend. The woman named Tilda. - Olympias

Several of the dusty Griever pods were opening, their top halves lifting upward on hinges like the lids of coffins.

Thomas had friends.