Author of quotes: James Dashner

"Don't confuse green with sour," he threatened. - There are more of us. Say: Who is this?

Overwhelmed by despair, he decided to sell his life as dearly as possible.

- KILL ME! At that moment, Newt's gaze cleared. As if for the last time, the friend emerged from the whirlpool of madness and said a little more calmly: - Please, Tommy, please.

Trust me, getting shot is not the most pleasant experience.

If the other side won't see you, remember: I love you.

- How would she know who you are? replied Minho. And then, it doesn't matter. If someone tries to kill you, me or anybody else of ours -- he will have to deal with all our company. Am I right?
- You're so sweet, snorted Frypan. - Go ahead and embrace death along with Thomas. But, I washed away under the guise. Guilt somehow survive.

- I wonder what this test is different from a Maze? In the Glade, we were locked inside walls and stocked with everything necessary for survival, but here nothing hinders, but almost no supplies. I think it's called irony.
- Sort of - agreed to Minho. You're a philosopher.

- Hell, - said newt, we are definitely in hell. Always know Minho, you're here you go, but I'm with you for company...

It was strange to join the girls, after such a "warm" reception. But now they behaved calmly and Thomas was seen as a... as one of their own.

To drag Thomas on the steep slope was not so easy task, not to drag on the ground. The girls try to lift his short spurts - only to be allowed to slip down several feet. Finally Teresa offered to take Thomas ' hand and on his feet, and bear at a time.
Almost immediately came the idea, very simple. And they do not guessed!
- Can I have my feet go?

- VICE for you, broke my own fucking rule.
- How so?
- They said there are no rules. Gave a lot of time to toplessthis to a fucking asylum, and all. There are no rules. People are dying right and left, and they suddenly descend from heaven on a flying my rosmarie and save your ass. The delusion of some kind. Newt paused. - I'm not complaining. Good that you're alive and all that.
- Y-Yes, thank you.

So, tell me, as the little green men you rolled on the great and terrible plate.

A couple of hours ago we had to take a break and sleep. However, thanks to Mr. Coney, he lightly slapped Thomas in the head - ran, as Tuzik, until dawn, to him. Nevertheless need to rest. Under the sheets, but will relax.

- Stop guessing, come on. It's time to look around. - Stretching sheet, Thomas tightly wrapped in it, like the old woman in a shawl. - Well, how?
- Stupid - said Minho. - That is how sancetta, scary which I never saw. Thank the gods for that made you guy.
Thank you.