Top 122 Quotes & Sayings by James Dashner

Down the road a bit, I would like to write a couple of stand-alone adult novels, especially in the horror genre. I've got lots of things up my sleeve.

I'm inspired by almost everything I come across in life, and one way or another they find themselves sneaking into my stories.

I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading.

When I'm feeling a little empty in the head, I like to go see movies or read to loosen things up there.

To practice - write each and every day if possible - then try to attend professional writer's conferences where you can learn your craft, get to know fellow writers, and meet editors and agents.

I've always had high ambitions and aspirations.

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.

In my early writing, all of my characters were exactly the same person. They all spoke the same, made the same types of jokes, reacted the same, etc. I think they were all just me in disguise.

You'll work hard to create characters that are compelling and unforgettable. But in the end, it's the story that matters.

Be unpredictable, be real, be interesting. Tell a good story.

I've always been fascinated by quantum physics and the possibility of alternate realities.

Never give up. Laugh a lot. Be good to others.

I really love middle-grade. Middle-grade books have a little more of a magical, light-hearted feel. You can be a little bit more quirky, you can have a little more humor. It doesn't get so dark and deep.

I think Judy Blume, Stephen King, and Dean Koontz are the three authors responsible for my being where I am today. I owe them a lot.

Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?

If you're going to decipher a hidden code from a complex set of different mazes, I'm pretty sure you need a girl's brain running the show.

No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.

You get lazy, you get sad. Start givin' up. Plain and simple.

You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!

It was you and me, Tom. We did this to them. To us.

Frozen by fear. Not able to move. Your mind screaming

Tonight, they’d make their stand, once and for all.

A roar cut through the melee: a booming growl, a noise that might come out of a she-bear protecting a cub. It was Alec- and suddenly bodies were flying everywhere.

Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?

I think we should take a break, fill our little tummies and drink up.

Everything is going to change.

But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.

She smiled for the first time, and he almost had to look away, as if something that nice didn’t belong in such a glum and gray place, as if he had no right to look at her expression.

Your demons are always with you, Skale answered. His voice seemed even raspier than the day before. Don't you understand that by now? Always with you, impossible to escape. But you never can guess how they might manifest themselves.

Yeah, you're a regular Mozart...well, except for the whole music thing.

What would I do without you? I'd die of stress and depression before nature killed me.

Never give up, laugh a lot. Be good to others.

Sometimes they do things to make me do the opposite of what they think, I think, they think, I am going to do.

I've been shucked and gone to heaven.

Just follow me and run like your life depends on it. Because it does.

I just...feel like I need to save everyone. To redeem myself.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters

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

Come on," Alec said, already stomping down the ramp. "Let's find us a squirrel." He swept the weapon back and forth as he walked, looking for any interlopers. "Or better yet, one of the crazies who might've strayed over here. Too bad these things have to be charged or we could get rid of this virus problem in a jiffy. Sweep these old neighborhoods nice and clean." Mark joined him on the ground below the Berg, wary that someone might be watching from the ruined homes surrounding them or from the burnt woods beyond those. "Your value of human life brings tears to my eyes," he muttered.

Movement from Brenda grabbed Thomas's attention. He looked to see her drop the knife away from Minho and step back, absently wiping the small trace of blood there on her pants. "I really would've killed you, ya know," she said in a slightly scratchy voice. Almost husky. "Charge Jorge again and I'll sever an artery." Minho wiped at his small wound with his thumb, then looked at the bright red smear. "That's one sharp knife. Makes me like you more.

Tomorrow," Minho added. "Somehow, some way.

Can you do that?” Thomas asked. “Huh?” “Kill someone three times.” “I’d figure out a way.

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

...You'd think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.

Dude, you tried to slice my you-know-what's off!" Thomas laughed, something that he hadn't done in a long time. He welcomed it happily. "Too bad I didn't. Could've saved the world from future little Minhos.

I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

When it comes to individual destiny, there is no power greater in the universe then the conviction of the human soul to make a choice.

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

Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face. "If I don't see you on the other side," he said in a sappy voice, "remember that I love you.

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

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.

Get your runtcheeks down those stairs, right now

She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

I watched as that kid died. In his last few seconds there was pure terror in his eyes. You can't do that. You can't do that to a person. I don't care what anybody tells me, I don't care how many people go crazy and die, I don't care if the whole shuck human race ends. Even if that was the only thing that had to happen to find the cure, I'd still be against it.

I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.

Thomas had a depressing - and scary - thought. 'Am I . . . replacing someone? Did somebody get killed?' Minho shook his head. 'No, we're just training you - someone'll want a break. Don't worry, it's been a while since a Runner was killed.' For some reason that last statement worried Thomas, though he hoped it didn't show on his face.