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“False hope," she said. "Guess that's better then no hope at all.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“The girl leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the cheek. “You’re sweet. I really hope we don’t end up killing you, at least.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Little booooooy," the man said, a taunting and creepy call. Definitely him - Thomas couldn't forget that voice. "Little girrrrrrrrl. Come out come out make a sound make sound. I want your noses.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Several minutes passed. Several more. Nothing but silence and darkness.
"I think they're gone," Brenda whispered. She flicked on her torch.
"Hello, noses!" a hideous voice yelled from the room.
Then a bloody hand reached through the doorway and grabbed Thomas by the shirt.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Taste good?â€� Brenda asked as she dug into her own food.
“Please. I’d push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff,� Thomas said.
“I’d kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad.�
“Guess my mom doesn’t have much of a chance if she’s ever standing between us and a grocery store.�
“Guess not.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. “You’re—we’re—doing the right thing.â€�
“I don’t think there is a right or wrong anymore,â€� Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. “Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure