James Dashner Quotes

He'd killed Newt.
He'd shot his own friend in the head.

You can do this, he thought. Just make it to that Hole.

Well, you know how things go sometimes. Bada-boom bada-bing, and you died, too.
- Dak

What size you wear?"
"Size?" Thomas thought for a second. "I … don't know." "Eleven."
"Geez, shank, you got big feet." Minho stood up holding a pair of sleek silver ones. "But looks like I've got some – man, we could go canoeing in these things.

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Zart the fart, you start.

Thomas hated the people who'd taken this poor, innocent kid form his family. He hated them with a passion he didn't know a human could feel. He wanted them dead, tortured, even. He wanted Chuck to be happy. But happiness had been ripped form their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

But he'd do it - and not just to get a cure. He would never stop, especially now. Not after what they'd done to him and his friends. If the only way to get back at them was to pass all their tests and trials, to survive, then so be it. So be it. With thoughts of revenge actually comforting him in a sick and twisted way, he finally fell asleep.

The girl leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the cheek. You're sweet. I really hope we don't end up killing you, at least.

What do you mean? He suddenly found himself wishing she'd hug him again.

Things are bad,they are,and they'll get much worse for ya soon,thats the truth.But down the road a piece,you'll be fightin' true and good.I can tell you're not a bloody sissy. -Newt

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me.

Holy crap, I'm scared."
"Holy crap, you're human. You should be scared.

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You okay, there, Mr. Rat Man?" Minho asked. "My name is Assistant Director Janson," he replied, his voice low and strained, as if it was hard work to stay calm. His eyes never left Thomas. "Learn to show respect for your elders.

Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.

I'm trying to forget just as much as you probably are. Look, I'm not stupid. I know that we can never be the same. But I still wouldn't change anything. It was the plan and it worked. You're not dead and that's worth it to me. Maybe you'll forgive me someday.

I know," he finally responded. "But it was so ... vicious. So brutal. I wish I could've just shot him from a distance with a gun or something." "Yeah. Sorry it had to go down that way." "What if I see his nasty face every night when I go to sleep? What if he's in my dreams?" He felt a surge of irritation at Brenda for making him stab the Crank - maybe unwarranted when he really considered how desperate they'd been.

He didn't care about the others anymore. The chaos around him seemed to siphon away his humanity, turn him into an animal. All he wanted was to survive, make it to that building, get inside. Live. Gain another day.

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

Her sweet little cry like that of angel among demons

Sample after sample. Class after class. Puzzle after puzzle. Day after day. Month after month.

In my early writing, all of my characters were exactly the same person. They all spoke the same, made the same types of jokes, reacted the same, etc. I think they were all just me in disguise.

Great, we're all bloody inspired.

There's more of them up there!" Thomas screamed in his ear from behind. "You have to stop! They'll kill you! They'll kill all of us!

Are you guys done up there?" Aris yelled, still facing the other direction. "Yes!" Teresa called back. "And don't expect me to ever kiss you on the cheek again. I think my lips have a fungus now.

Thomas stepped into the hall with Newt, scared to death of what his friend might say and how crazy it might sound. The seconds were ticking away. They walked a few feet from the door before Newt stopped and faced him,

were no windows. A large round handle resembling a

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

I'm stuck!" Dad yelled. "My big fat tubby body is stuck!

The problem is simple: the world has too many people and not enough resources.

The kicker was an image of Bryson, naked as the day he was born, being chased by seven mermaids that were so angry they had sprouted legs. He'd never admitted exactly what he'd done.

You met or new friend?" Minho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I've gotta get one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff.

I'm programmed so that only you two can see my old Aura. Everyone else sees an entirely different guy. Boom. Amazing, I know.

One helped him through the window. Every inch of his body ached and his muscles were rubber, but somehow he managed to make it on his own, falling to the floor of the cockpit in a heap. Alec sat hunched over the controls, his face slack and his eyes empty. Trina sat in the corner, Deedee huddled in her lap. Both of them looked at him, but their expressions were unreadable. "Flat Trans," Mark blurted out. Sparkles and flashes of light continued to cross his field of vision, and he could barely contain the unstable emotions that churned within him. "Bruce said the PFC had a Flat Trans in Asheville. We have to find it." Alec's head snapped up and he glared at Mark. But then something softened in his gaze. "I think I know where to

There's a lady slumped on the edge of the landing and her face is gone, replaced by melted skin and blood. Mark feels as if he's been given a glimpse into hell.

If she tried to speak, it would all come out: Her pain, her fear. Her anger. Her tears. And then her efforts to be strong for the boy would have been for naught. So she kept it in, a dam against a raging river.

I'd love to see that rat nose smashed!

She was there. She'd been in his arms. They'd been together again. They'd kissed and he'd felt something he would've thought impossible. And now he was running away. Leaving her behind.

Let's go get our friends, Mark said.

It was her.
It was Teresa.

She grabbed both of his hands in hers, squeezed. Then she rested her head on his shoulder, her nose nestled against his neck - she had to be standing on the tips of her toes. Each breath from her sent a new wave of chills across his skin.

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

Shut up! Do you think we're morons?" Michael kept his expression blank. Oh how badly he wanted to say "Yup.

He still felt her absence; it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.

The boat is very close now, its noises filling the air along with the smell of fuel. Mark can see the faint shadow of two people behind the darkened window

The fact that the Gladers hadn't given up said more about these people than anything else. And now he was one of them. This is my life, he thought. Living in a giant maze, surrounded by hideous beasts. Sadness filled him like a heavy poison.

I hate you I hate you I hate you!

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

The man drew his foot back and kicked Mark in the ribs. Pain exploded in his side and he cried out, unable to help himself. The man kicked him again, this time in the back, right in the kidney. A deep ache washed through Mark, and tears stung his eyes as he cried out even louder. Alec protested. "Stop it, you sorry son of a - " His words were cut off when one of his captors reached down and punched him in the face. "Why are you doing this?" Mark yelled. "We're not demons! You people have lost your minds!" Another kick pierced him in the ribs, the pain unbearable. He balled up, wrapped his arms around himself. Prepared for the continued onslaught, knowing he had no chance of escape. "Stop." The word rumbled through the air from the other side of the fire, the deep, bellowing voice of a man. The men beating Mark and Alec immediately jumped back from them and knelt down, their faces lowered.

Keeps the Flare at bay because the virus thrives in your brain. Eats at it, destroys it. If there's not a lot of activity, the virus weakens.

Please, Tommy, Please.

Bluh-huh-huh Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in a pile of klunk.

I think Judy Blume, Stephen King, and Dean Koontz are the three authors responsible for my being where I am today. I owe them a lot.

I'm so scared of going crazy. I can already feel it happening. Things look weird, sound weird. Out of the blue I'll start thinking about stuff that doesn't make any sense. Sometimes the air around me feels ... hard. I don't even know what that means, but it's scary. I'm definitely starting. The Flare's taking my brain to hell.

Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again.

Let's hope my aging brain hasn't failed us." "Yes," Lana added. "Let's hope we're not in Canada or Mexico by now." "Very funny.

Nice to meet you," Brenda replied, I'm a Crank. I'm slowly getting crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people. Thomas here promised to save me." Though she was obviously joking, she didn't even crack a smile.

Thomas had to hide a wince. "Funny, Brenda."

"Glad to see you still have a sense of humor about it," Teresa said. But her face could've turned water to ice.

The man had no hair. And he had no ears.

just like that, Thomas was alone

Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?

What if he saved them? he thought.
What if I saved my friends?

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

We're doing the right thing, Thomas. See you on the other side.

Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.

Mark and the old soldier were about a mile away from the village when the stench of death hit them like a fresh wave of unbearable heat.

One must know the problem better than the solution, or the solution becomes the problem.

He felt another tremor of emotion as he saw the faces of Chuck and Newt and Teresa in his mind's eye. A

With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.
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from the ascending Berg blew across them as he ran over to the entrance of the building, its doors still open. Deedee clung to him and Trina was right by his side. They went through the entrance into a wide room with no furniture. Only a strange object right in the center - two metallic rods, standing tall, with a

Thomas knew he had to be careful. It was strange that she only agreed with him about WICKED now that she'd gotten her memories back.

solitude was bliss for now.

This sucks." "Smartest thing you've said yet, Greenie.

Just follow me and run like your life depends on it. Because it does.

with finding a cure for some disease?" "It has everything in the world to do with it." Rat Man sighed

Stay together. Don't die."
"Well, we're all bloody inspired.

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Even before he got there, he could read the words printed on the ribbon, black on orange. THE SAFE HAVEN

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

Don't give up, Chuck. We're gonna solve this thing, get out of here. I'm a Runner now - I promise on my life I'll get you back to that room of yours. Make your mom quit crying. And Thomas meant it. He felt it burn in his heart.

If you aren't scared, you aren't human

They now knew they were being tested somehow, put through WICKED's trials.

Just go with it', he thought. 'You won't figure out anything if you give in to fear'.

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?

What's up, Tommy?" Newt exclaimed, his face filled with genuine happiness at the pleasant surprise that'd been sprung on them. Thomas couldn't remember exactly how long it'd been since the last time he'd seen Newt. "You look bloody fantastic for three in the morning.

Tomorrow," Minho added. "Somehow, some way.

Oddly, one of the first thoughts that popped into Michael's mind was why didn't these animals mind cooking their friends? Though maybe geese and chickens weren't on the same social level.

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

The stress of everything seemed to be making Newt fall fast. And they'd left him all alone outside the city. "You could very well save him," Janson said quietly.

I'd go with you," the boy said in a far too jovial voice, "but I don't wanna die a gruseome death.

The Box, shuck-face, the Box!

That's the lamest shuck-faced thing you've ever barked," Minho said. "You're the leader, and you know it. We all know it." Newt

I didn't do anyting wrong. All I know is I saw two people struggling to get inside these walls and they [Minho and Alby] couldn't make it. To ignore that because of some stupid rule seemed selfish, cowardly, and ... well, stupid. If you want to throw me in jail for trying to save someone's [Alby] life, then go ahead. Next time I promise I'll point at them and laugh, then go eat some of Frypan's dinner. -Thomas

I've always had high ambitions and aspirations.

When you get back to the future and everything is hunky-dory and the Cataclysm is nothing but a nice Remnant, I have a feeling you two are going to get married.
- Riq

After hours of work, they finally found an address through someone Jorge called "a friend of a friend of an enemy's enemy." By that time it was late and they all crashed for the night;

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.

Just dying till the day you ask me to be your Crank bride.

I will find a way to kill you three times

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

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.

The chaos around him seemed to siphon away his humanity, turn him into an animal.

Never give up. Laugh a lot. Be good to others.