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.
Never give up, laugh a lot. Be good to others.
There are so many things hinted at that will be fun to reveal in depth. For years, fans have made it abundantly and enthusiastically clear that they want the same thing, so now seems like the perfect time to give readers the story of how the Maze began.
Everything is going to change.
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.
I think we should take a break, fill our little tummies and drink up.
It was her. It was Teresa.
Hunger. It’s like an animal trapped inside you, Thomas thought.
When someone is close by, you just know it.
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.
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.
Thats called hypocrisy, you shuck face piece of -!
What would I do without you? I’d die of stress and depression before nature killed me.
Quit voting me down before you even think about what I’m saying.
Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don’t think I can fend for myself?
Thomas hated the people who’d taken this poor, innocent kid form his family. He hated them with a passion he didn’t know a human could feel. He wanted them dead, tortured, even. He wanted Chuck to be happy. But happiness had been ripped form their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.
We’ll start firing till they drop or we drop.
Can’t take a chance that one day, in one spot, somewhere, an exit might appear. We can’t give up. Ever.
All things happen for a purpose.
Get your runtcheeks down those stairs, right now.
Tonight, they’d make their stand, once and for all.