Quotes From "The Maze Runner" By James Dashner

Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something?" Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby."Go ahead, " Newt replied. Minho nodded and faced the crowd. "Be careful, " he said dryly. "Don't die. James Dashner

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. James Dashner

Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something?' Minho asked..." Go ahead, " Newt replied. Minho nodded and faced the crowd. 'Be careful, ' he said dryly. 'Don't die.' Thomas would have laughed if he could, but he was too scared for it to come out.' Great. We're all bloody inspired, ' Newt answered. James Dashner

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery. In the Glade, Chuck had become a symbol for him–a beacon that somehow they could make everything right again in the world. Sleep in beds. Get kissed goodnight. Have bacon and eggs for breakfast, go to a real school. Be happy. But now Chuck was gone. And his limp body, to which Thomas still clung, seemed a cold talisman–that not only would those dreams of a hopeful future never come to pass, but that life had never been that way in the first place. That even in escape, dreary days lay ahead. A life of sorrow. His returning memories were sketchy at best. But not much good floated in the muck. Thomas reeled in the pain, locked it somewhere deep inside him. He did it for Teresa. For Newt and Minho. Whatever darkness awaited them, they’d be together, and that was all that mattered right then. . James Dashner

Thomas had no concept of time as he went through the Changing.It started much like his first memory of the Box–dark and cold. But this time he had no sensation of anything touching his feet or body. He floated in emptiness, stared into a void of black. He saw nothing, heard nothing, smelled nothing. It was as if someone had stolen his five senses, leaving him in a vacuum. Time stretched on. And on. Fear turned into curiosity, which turned into boredom. Finally, after an interminable wait, things began to change. A distant wind picked up, unfelt but heard. Then a swirling mist of whiteness appeared far in the distance–a spinning tornado of smoke that formed into a long funnel, stretching out until he could see neither the top nor the bottom of the white whirlwind. He felt the gales then, sucking into the cyclone so that it blew past him from behind, ripping at his clothes and hair like they were shredded flags caught in a storm. The tower of thick mist began to move toward him–or he was moving toward it, he couldn’t tell–increasing its speed at an alarming rate. Where seconds before he’d been able to see the distinct form of the funnel, he now could see only a flat expanse of white. And then it consumed him; he felt his mind taken by the mist, felt memories flood into his thoughts. Everything else turned into pain. . James Dashner

Shouldn't someone give a pep talk, " Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby."Go ahead, " Newt replied. Minho nodded and faced the crowd. "Be careful, " he said dryly, "Don't die." Thomas would have laughed if he could, but he was too scared for it to come out." Great. We're all bloody inspired, " Newt answered then pointed over his shoulder toward the Maze, "You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared. . James Dashner

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery. James Dashner

I promised I'd save him, take him home! I promised him! " . Thomas hugged Chuck to his chest, squeezed him as tightly as possible, as if that could somehow bring him back, or show thanks for saving his life, for being his friend when no one else would. Thomas cried, wept like he'd never wept before. His great, racking sobs echoed through the chamber like the sounds of tortured pain. (pg 358 hardback) . James Dashner

A loud boom exploded the air, making Thomas jump. It was followed by a horrible crunching, grinding sound. He stumbled backward, fell to the ground. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself. The enormous stone wall to the right of them seemed to defy every known law of physics as it slid along the ground, throwing sparks and dust as it moved, rock against rock. The crunching sound rattled his bones. He looked around at the other openings. On all four sides of the Glade, the right walls were moving toward the left, closing the gap of the Doors. Then one final boom rumbled across the Glade as all four Doors sealed shut for the night. James Dashner

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

A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy’s body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth. James Dashner

Please Tommy. Please. James Dashner

Thats called hypocrisy, you shuck face piece of -! James Dashner

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. James Dashner

I remember remembering, ” she muttered, sitting down with a heavy sigh; she pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees. “Feelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they’re empty. As if everything before this is just on the other side of a white curtain. Including you. James Dashner

Oh, man, " he mumbled with a full mouth. "At least the food is good. James Dashner

Wonder why we can do this, ' he called out with his mind. The mental effort of speaking to her was already straining–he felt a headache forming like a bulge in his brain. 'Maybe we were lovers, ' Teresa said. Thomas tripped and crashed to the ground. Smiling sheepishly at Minho, who’d turned to look without slowing, Thomas got back up and caught up to him. 'What?' he finally asked. He sensed a laugh from her, a watery image full of color. . James Dashner

Minho snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Man, you are one butt-load of sunshine, let me tell you. James Dashner

... Don't feel bad about crying. Ever. James Dashner

He forced himself forward trying to seem innocent without acting like someone who was guilty who was trying to act innocent. James Dashner

Thomas was sick of being accused of knowing things. James Dashner