James Dashner

You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!

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.

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

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.

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

... sometimes knowing sucked.

Don't ever let the other stuff get in the way of your inherent skills as a kick-butt storyteller. Move the reader, make them happy and sad and excited and scared. Make them stare into space after they've put the book down, thinking about the tale that's become a part of them.

Thomas was sick of being accused of knowing things.

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

We can__ try to outguess them anymore. Sometimes they do things just to make me do the opposite of what they think I think they think I want to do.___uh?_ the three of them asked at the same time, confusion transforming their faces.

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.

I'm crazy, boy. I'm a madman. I could eat both of you for dinner and love every bite.

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. __ou__e__e__e__oing the right thing.___ don__ think there is a right or wrong anymore,_ Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. __nly horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

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.

Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he__ sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.

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.

if any of your body parts become detached due to an unfortunate encounter with a crank, I highly advise you leave said body part behind and run like hell. Unless it's a leg, of course.

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