James Dashner

"Rose took my nose, I suppose, he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. And it really blows."

"Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something? Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby. Go ahead, Newt replied. Minho nodded and faced the crowd. Be careful, he said dryly. Don't die."

"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."

"Please, Tommy. Please"

"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 goodtimes in the Glade?"

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

"I can still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this much pain."Thomas shrugged, "I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now."