He didn't have a single clue what was going on with these two strangers, but every instinct told him Master George equaled good, Mistress Jane equaled bald-he blinked-uh, bad.

— James Dashner

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

— 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 Min ho. Whatever darkness awaited them, they’d be together, and that was all that mattered right then.

— 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

He let out a short laugh. "You sound like Sherlock Holmes. You going to pull out a magnifying glass? A pipe, maybe?

— James Dashner

Her short blond hair shifted in the wind, and she appeared the very definition of peace and comfort. Like she belonged in the world that had existed before everything was scorched.

— James Dashner

He's not learning. He's not experiencing. Furthermore, he's remembering. He walks to the next screen, hungry to be himself again.

— James Dashner

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.

— James Dashner

He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?'' Like the ugliest shaky girl I’ve ever seen,' Min ho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.

— James Dashner

Hey, Alec," he said. The man was on his hands and knees, leaning his face into the middle of a bush; he grunted something that kind of sounded like a "Yeah?"" Why are we spending so much time on this side of where we left them?" Alec pulled himself out of the bush and looked back at him. "Seemed logical. I'd think they either followed us out of here to find us, or they were taken by the same yahoos who attacked us. Or... maybe they went to investigate the fire." Mark thought that was all barking up the wrong tree. "Or they ran away from the fire. Not every person on earth is as wacky-brained as you, good sir. Most people see a huge roaring inferno coming at them? They decide to cut and run. Just saying.

— James Dashner