I only have two fingers left. I wrote the lies of my farewell with two fingers. That is the truth. We are evil. They are kids. We are evil.

— 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

I remember,” 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

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?

— James Dashner

It’s your incalculable ability to trust others that have always touched me. And I’m sorry to have taken advantage of it so many times” - Dr. Paige

— James Dashner

I was just kidding, shuck-face," Min ho 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 Min ho's altitude.

— James Dashner

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

— James Dashner

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.

— James Dashner

Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he’d had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay. But he was still wary. He knew he’d been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. “I remember enough to be ashamed of myself,” he admitted. “But living through this kind of abuse is a lot different from planning it. It’s just not right.

— James Dashner

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

— James Dashner