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...

Awww,” Minho said. “That’s almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.

Thomas: Is it [my brain] fixed?Brenda: It worked, judging from the fact that you’re not trying to kill us anymore…

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?

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.

He let out a short laugh. “You sound like Sherlock Holmes. You gonna pull out a magnifying glass? A pipe, maybe?

Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk,” 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.”Thomas would have laughed if he could,...

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.

Owr brave little shank!

I promised I’d save him, take him home! I promised him!” . . . Thomas hugged Chuck to his chest, squeezed him as tightly as possible, as if that could somehow bring him back, or...

I’ve always had high ambitions and aspirations.

He didn’t have a single clue what was going on with these two strangers, but every instinct told him Master George equaled good, Mistress Jane equaled bald- he blinked-uh, bad.

She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she’d exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions.

You will and should do everything in your power to improve your actual writing skills. 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.

A loud boom exploded the air, making Thomas jump. It was followed by a horrible crunching, grinding sound. He stumbled backward, fell to the ground. He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it...

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.

We can’t play God.We can’t do this to kids.You’re evil, I’m evil.Everyone will die.No matter what.Let nature win.

Hey, Alec,” he said.The man was on his hands and knees, leaning his face into the middle of a bush; he grunted something that kind of sounded like a “Yeah?””Why are we spending so much...

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn’t be trusted?

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

Didn’t know you could measure distance so well with nothing but you bloody eyeballs

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

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.

¨They hugged, tight and warm and full of the promise he’d made upon waking up.¨

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

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

Oh, man,” he mumbled with a full mouth. “At least the food is good.

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...

Wonder why we can do this,’ he called out with his mind. The mental effort of speaking to her was already straining—he felt a headache forming like a bulge in his brain. ‘Maybe we were...

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

I love the sound of it,” Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. “It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your...

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...

Newt…””Do it before I become one of them!””I…””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...

Hunger.It’s like an animal trapped inside you, Thomas thought. After three full days of not eating, it felt like a vicious, gnawing, dull-clawed animal was trying to burrow its way out of his stomach. He...

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

I’m crazy, boy. I’m a madman. I could eat both of you for dinner and love every bite.

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

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

Find our way out, Greenie. Solve the buggin’ Maze and find our way out.

He forced himself forward trying to seem innocent without acting like someone who was guilty who was trying to act innocent.

Thats called hypocrisy, you shuck face piece of -!

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.

You da boss

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

Thomas jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows.”You met our new friend?” Miho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. “Real piece of work, this guy. I gotta get me one of...

Great we’re bloody inspired

I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!

He’d been at the Glade for roughly twenty-four hours. One full day. And look at all the things that had happened. All the terrible things. Surely it could only get better.

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