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“Great. We're all bloody inspired,” Newt answered, then pointed over his shoulder, towards the Maze.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Peter would probably throw a party if I stopped breathing.'

'Well,' he says, 'I would only go if there was cake.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“If I wanted to hurt you, don’t you think I would have already?”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Is your—” he begins.
“You did that on purpose!” I shout.
“Yes, I did,” he says quietly. “And you should thank me for helping you.”
I grit my teeth. “Thank you? You almost stabbed my ear, and you spent the
entire time taunting me. Why should I thank you?”
“You know, I’m getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on!”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Catch on? Catch on to what? That you wanted to prove to Eric how tough
you are? That you’re sadistic, just like he is?”
“I am not sadistic.” He doesn’t yell. I wish he would yell. It would scare
me less. He leans his face close to mine, which reminds me of lying inches
away from the attack dog’s fangs in the aptitude test, and says, “If I wanted to
hurt you, don’t you think I would have already?”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Any idiot can stand in front of a target. It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying him. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“There goes your pretty face,” hisses Peter. “Oh, wait. You don’t have
one.”
I recover my balance and walk toward Al. He nods at me. I try to smile
encouragingly, but I can’t manage it. I stand in front of the board, and my
head doesn’t even reach the center of the target, but it doesn’t matter. I look at
Four’s knives: one in his right hand, two in his left hand.
My throat is dry. I try to swallow, and then look at Four. He is never sloppy.
He won’t hit me. I’ll be fine.
I tip my chin up. I will not flinch. If I flinch, I prove to Eric that this is not
as easy as I said it was; I prove that I’m a coward.
“If you flinch,” Four says, slowly, carefully, “Al takes your place.
Understand?”
I nod.
Four’s eyes are still on mine when he lifts his hand, pulls his elbow back,
and throws the knife. It is just a flash in the air, and then I hear a thud. The
knife is buried in the board, half a foot away from my cheek. I close my eyes.
Thank God.
“You about done, Stiff?” asks Four.
I remember Al’s wide eyes and his quiet sobs at night and shake my head.
“No.”
“Eyes open, then.” He taps the spot between his eyebrows.
I stare at him, pressing my hands to my sides so no one can see them shake.
He passes a knife from his left hand to his right hand, and I see nothing but
his eyes as the second knife hits the target above my head. This one is closer
than the last one—I feel it hovering over my skull.
“Come on, Stiff,” he says. “Let someone else stand there and take it.”
Why is he trying to goad me into giving up? Does he want me to fail?
“Shut up, Four!”
I hold my breath as he turns the last knife in his hand. I see a glint in his
eyes as he pulls his arm back and lets the knife fly. It comes straight at me,
spinning, blade over handle. My body goes rigid. This time, when it hits the
board, my ear stings, and blood tickles my skin. I touch my ear. He nicked it.
And judging by the look he gives me, he did it on purpose.
“I would love to stay and see if the rest of you are as daring as she is,” says
Eric, his voice smooth, “but I think that’s enough for today.”
He squeezes my shoulder. His fingers feel dry and cold, and the look he
gives me claims me, like he’s taking ownership of what I did. I don’t return
Eric’s smile. What I did had nothing to do with him.
“I should keep my eye on you,” he adds.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many
questions,” he says coldly. “Now I’ve got Stiffs, too?”
“It must be because you’re so approachable,” I say flatly. “You know. Like
a bed of nails.”
He stares at me, and I don’t look away. He isn’t a dog, but the same rules
apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It’s
my choice.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Four addresses us next. “Most of the time I work in the control room, but
for the next few weeks, I am your instructor,” he says. “My name is Four.”
Christina asks, “Four? Like the number?”
“Yes,” Four says. “Is there a problem?”
“No.”
“Good. We’re about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to
love. It—”
Christina snickers. “The Pit? Clever name.”
Four walks up to Christina and leans his face close to hers. His eyes
narrow, and for a second he just stares at her.
“What’s your name?” he asks quietly.
“Christina,” she squeaks.
“Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would
have joined their faction,” he hisses. “The first lesson you will learn from me
is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?”Four addresses us next. “Most of the time I work in the control room, but
for the next few weeks, I am your instructor,” he says. “My name is Four.”
Christina asks, “Four? Like the number?”
“Yes,” Four says. “Is there a problem?”
“No.”
“Good. We’re about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to
love. It—”
Christina snickers. “The Pit? Clever name.”
Four walks up to Christina and leans his face close to hers. His eyes
narrow, and for a second he just stares at her.
“What’s your name?” he asks quietly.
“Christina,” she squeaks.
“Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would
have joined their faction,” he hisses. “The first lesson you will learn from me
is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?”
― Veronica Roth

“Statistically speaking,” the Erudite boy next to me—his name is Will—
says, grinning at me, “you should have hit the target at least once by now,
even by accident.” He is blond, with shaggy hair and a crease between his
eyebrows.
“Is that so,” I say without inflection.
“Yeah,” he says. “I think you’re actually defying nature.”
I grit my teeth and turn toward the target, resolving to at least stand still. If
I can’t master the first task they give us, how will I ever make it through stage
one?
I squeeze the trigger, hard, and this time I’m ready for the recoil. It makes
my hands jump back, but my feet stay planted. A bullet hole appears at the
edge of the target, and I raise an eyebrow at Will.
“So you see, I’m right. The stats don’t lie,” he says.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“You chose us,' he says. 'Now we have to choose you.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Newt looked at the Cranks, then back at Thomas. “It comes and goes, man. I can’t
explain it. Sometimes I can’t control myself, barely know what I’m doing. But usually it’s
just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything oϱ-kilter just enough to bother me—
make me angry.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don’t think I
did.”
“What happened?” Thomas asked, stalling for time. He slipped his ϧngers around the
weapon.
“I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and
jumped right oϱ. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the Doors
closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was
all … your … fault!”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please."
With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“Please, Tommy, Please.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“It’s for the best. Thanks for being my friends.

Goodbye.”
― James Dashner

“If you want to throw me in jail for trying to save someone's life, then go ahead. Next time I promise I'll point at them and laugh.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Little booooooy," the man said, a taunting and creepy call. Definitely him - Thomas couldn't forget that voice. "Little girrrrrrrrl. Come out come out make a sound make sound. I want your noses.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“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

“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.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“Look,” Thomas said, pointing down the line of stacks they’d formed, confused, but happy that the letters were so obvious. “It spells FLOAT and then it spells CAT.” “Float cat?” Newt asked. “Doesn’t sound like a bloody rescue code to me.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Well, except Newt – he calls me Tommy.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Stop it!“ Newt yelled. Stop it now!“
Thomas has been frozen in place, crouching as he waited for an opportunity to jump in and help Minho. But he twisted around to see that Newt was holding his Launcher in shooting position, his eyes wild with fury.
“Stop or I’ll start shooting and not give a buggin’ piece of klunk who gets hit.”
….. Thomas couldn’t believe the sudden turn of events. He looked at Newt with wide eyes, glad he’d done what he had, and happy he hadn’t aimed the Launcher at him or Minho.
“I told him to stop,” Newt half whispered. Then he aimed the weapon at Minho, but it was shaking because his arms were. “Now you guys leave. No more discussion. I’m sorry.“
Minho held up his hands. “You’re going to shoot me? Old pal?”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“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, The Maze Runner Files

“What's there to be scared about? A post-apocalyptic city with no government or security, surrounded by a desert and swarming with Cranks. I mean, come on. Don't be a sissy.”
― James Dashner, The Fever Code

“Though something told him there was a better chance of Gally bringing him flowers than of passing a day in the Glade with nothing strange happening.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Jason scratched his head. "You named him Festus? You know that in Latin, ‘festus’ means ‘happy’? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?”
― Rick Riordan, The Lost Hero

“With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian