Anne

“Taste good?” Brenda asked as she dug into her own food.
“Please. I’d push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff,” Thomas said.
“I’d kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad.”
“Guess my mom doesn’t have much of a chance if she’s ever standing between us and a grocery store.”
“Guess not.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Thomas shook his head, gripped by terror, very slowly reaching for his gun with his free hand. “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 fingers around the weapon. “I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. 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!” Newt suddenly twisted around and grabbed Thomas by the hand holding the gun. He yanked it toward himself, forcing it up until the end of the pistol was pressed against his own forehead. “Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!” Thomas tried to pull his hand away, but Newt was too strong. “I can’t, Newt, I can’t.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“Their politeness annoyed Thomas. He remembered stories of killers being put to death in the old days. They always got a last meal, too. As fancy as they wanted it. “I want steak,” he said, stopping to look at her. “And shrimp. And lobster. And pancakes. And a candy bar.” “I’m sorry—you’ll have to settle for a couple of sandwiches.” Thomas sighed. “Figures.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure