James Dashner Quotes

Be unpredictable, be real, be interesting. Tell a good story.

I've always been fascinated by quantum physics and the possibility of alternate realities.

I just...feel like I need to save everyone. To redeem myself.

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

You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!

I've been shucked and gone to heaven.

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

Thomas jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "You met our new friend?" Miho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I gotta get me one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff." "Am I awake?" Thomas asked. "You're awake. Now eat—you look horrible. Almost as bad as Rat Man over there, reading his book.

...You'd think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.

i 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

Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?

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

Come on," Alec said, already stomping down the ramp. "Let's find us a squirrel." He swept the weapon back and forth as he walked, looking for any interlopers. "Or better yet, one of the crazies who might've strayed over here. Too bad these things have to be charged or we could get rid of this virus problem in a jiffy. Sweep these old neighborhoods nice and clean." Mark joined him on the ground below the Berg, wary that someone might be watching from the ruined homes surrounding them or from the burnt woods beyond those. "Your value of human life brings tears to my eyes," he muttered.

You'll work hard to create characters that are compelling and unforgettable. But in the end, it's the story that matters.

You get lazy, you get sad. Start givin' up. Plain and simple.

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.

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

Thomas had a depressing - and scary - thought. 'Am I . . . replacing someone? Did somebody get killed?' Minho shook his head. 'No, we're just training you - someone'll want a break. Don't worry, it's been a while since a Runner was killed.' For some reason that last statement worried Thomas, though he hoped it didn't show on his face.

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

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

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.

If you ain’t scared… you ain’t human.

You’re disgusting when you eat,” Chuck said, sitting on the bench next to him. “It’s like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.

It was you and me, Tom. We did this to them. To us.

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank?

It’s like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.

I was just kidding, shuck-face," Minho said. "Let's all go over there. She could have an army of psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers." "Psycho girl ninjas?" Newt repeated, his voice showing he was surprised, if not annoyed, by Minho's additude.

I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. "It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days." "My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.

When I'm feeling a little empty in the head, I like to go see movies or read to loosen things up there.

Anybody else wanna pee their pants and cry for mommy?

Hunger. It's like an animal trapped inside you, Thomas thought.

Quit voting me down before you even think about what I'm saying.

But there was something about the largest object in the solar system vanishing that tended to disrupt normal schedules.

I watched as that kid died. In his last few seconds there was pure terror in his eyes. You can't do that. You can't do that to a person. I don't care what anybody tells me, I don't care how many people go crazy and die, I don't care if the whole shuck human race ends. Even if that was the only thing that had to happen to find the cure, I'd still be against it.

I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

What would I do without you? I'd die of stress and depression before nature killed me.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

Yeah, right," Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once." Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. "There, you happy?" "Dude," he responded. "You are one ugly shank.

Rose took my nose, I suppose

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.

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.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Next time I'll pat you on the freaking back for stating the obvious.

Let's get this started, people. It won't be long before we all lose our minds.

Can you do that?” Thomas asked. “Huh?” “Kill someone three times.” “I’d figure out a way.

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

I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading.

Good try, ya bugging shank. The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I'm tough, they'd laugh in your face.

Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.