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“Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“They called you the Glue"
"The Glue?"
"Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“Thank you for being my friends”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“And you, Tommy�� the boy said, lowering his voice. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here and asking me to leave with you. A lot of bloody nerve. The sight of you makes me sick”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all �� your �� fault!”
― James Dashner , The Death Cure

“Order," Newt continued. "Order. You say that bloody word over and over in your shuck head. Reason we're all sane around here is 'cause we work our butts off and mantain order. Order's the reason we put Ben out--can't have loonies runnin' around tryin' to kill people, now can we? Order. Last thing we need is you screwin' that up.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“I'd love to see that rat nose smashed!”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“What's up, Tommy?" Newt exclaimed, his face filled with genuine happiness at the pleasant surprise that'd been sprung on them. Thomas couldn't remember exactly how long it'd been since the last time he'd seen Newt. "You look bloody fantastic for three in the morning.”
― James Dashner, The Fever Code

“What was that shuck thing?" -Minho
"Magic goop that eat's people's heads, that's what it bloody was." -Newt”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“With time to think, the full reality of what had happened hit Thomas like a falling boulder. Ever since Thomas had entered the Maze, Newt had been there for him. Thomas hadn’t realized just how much of a friend he’d become until now. His heart hurt.
He tried to remind himself that Newt wasn’t dead. But in some ways this was worse. In most ways. He’d fallen down the slope of insanity, and he was surrounded by bloodthirsty Cranks. And the prospect of never seeing him again was almost unbearable. [...]
He pulled the envelope out of his pocket and ripped it open, then took out the slip of paper. The soft lights that ringed the mirror lit up the message in a warm glow. It was two short sentences:
Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.


Thomas read it over and over, wishing the words would change. To think that his friend had been so scared that he’d had the foresight to write those words made him sick to his stomach. And he remembered how angry Newt had been at Thomas specifically when they’d found him in the bowling alley. He’d just wanted to avoid the inevitable fate of becoming a Crank.
And Thomas had failed him. [...]

“Newt suddenly twisted around and grabbed Thomas by the hand holding the gun. He yanked it toward himself, forcing it up until the end of the pistol was pressed against his own forehead. “Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!��
Thomas tried to pull his hand away, but Newt was too strong. “I can’t, Newt, I can’t.��
“Make amends! Repent for what you did!�� The words tore out of him, his whole body trembling. Then his voice dropped to an urgent, harsh whisper. “Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery.��
The words horrified Thomas. “Newt, maybe we can—��
“Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!��
“I can’t.��
“Do it!��
“I can’t!�� How could Newt ask him to do something like this? How could he possibly kill one of his best friends?
“Kill me or I’ll kill you. Kill me! Do it!��
“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 black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“You need to be clever to best him. Are you clever, Rachel?��
Oh God. She wants to know if I’m clever. I glanced at Al, and he stared at me, then shrugged. Licking my lips, I said, “It’s the shiny pot that puts a hole in the sky.��
Al’s mouth dropped open, but Newt thought about it, her expression thoughtful and her fingers finally leaving her knife. “Very true,�� she said as she eased back into the cushions.
With a soft click of his teeth, Al’s mouth shut. His eyes were cross, and he seemed peeved that I’d found a way to satisfy her without compromising myself at all.”
― Kim Harrison, Pale Demon

“Good try, ya bugging shank. The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I'm tough, they'd laugh in your face.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“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, but he was too scared for it to come out.

"Great. We're all bloody inspired," Newt answered then pointed over his shoulder toward the Maze, "You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Newt shook his head, his face a mixture of anger and awe. “What you did was half brave and half bloody stupid. Seems like you’re pretty good at that.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“That’s my girl,�� she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. “Al, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She’d pull a line through you and kill you when you hog the blankets. I’ll take the waif in. I promise I’ll bring this one up properly.”
― Kim Harrison, Pale Demon

“Did a bloody Griever come out and ask for a snog?”
― James Dashner, The Fever Code

“NEWT: What d’you think I should say to her, if I see her?
JACOB: Oh, well, it’s best not to plan these things. You know, you just say whatever comes to you in the moment.
A beat. They walk.
NEWT (reminiscently): She has eyes just like a salamander.
JACOB: Don’t say that.”
― J.K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald: The Original Screenplay

“He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery. In the Glade, Chuck had become a symbol for him—a beacon that somehow they could make everything right again in the world. Sleep in beds. Get kissed goodnight. Have bacon and eggs for breakfast, go to a real school. Be happy.
But now Chuck was gone. And his limp body, to which Thomas still clung, seemed a cold talisman—that not only would those dreams of a hopeful future never come to pass, but that life had never been that way in the first place. That even in escape, dreary days lay ahead. A life of sorrow.
His returning memories were sketchy at best. But not much good floated in the muck.
Thomas reeled in the pain, locked it somewhere deep inside him. He did it for Teresa. For Newt and Minho. Whatever darkness awaited them, they’d be together, and that was all that mattered right then.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“Newt reached out and grabbed Alby by the shoulders. "Alby, lay off a bit. You're hurtin' more than helpin', ya know?"

Alby let go of Thomas's shirt and stepped back, his chest heaving with breaths. "Ain't got time to be nice, Greenbean. Old life's over, new life's begun. Learn the rules quick, listen, don't talk. You get me?"

Thomas looked over at Newt, hoping for help. Everything inside him churned and hurt; the tears that had yet to come burned his eyes.

Newt nodded. "Greenie, you get him, right?" He nodded again.

Thomas fumed, wanted to punch somebody. But he simply said, "Yeah.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“I don't know who you people are, but I hope you're happy. I hope you get a real buggin' kick out of watching us suffer. And then you can die and go to hell. This is on you.”
― James Dashner, The Fever Code

“This isn't a slumber party.”
― James Dashner, The Fever Code

“I should rip your eyes out,�� Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. “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 good
times in the Glade?”
― James Dashner

“Sorry, Tommy,�� Newt muttered in his ear. “Could’ve been a bit more gentle.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“A small hole in his shirt revealed a gooey red blob right in the meaty part above his armpit, blood pouring from the wound. It hurt. It hurt bad. If he’d thought his headache downstairs had been tough, this was like three or four of those, all smashed into a coil of pain right there in his shoulder. And spreading through the rest of his body.
Newt was at his side, looking down with worried eyes.
“He shot me.�� It just came out, a new number one on the list of the dumbest things he’d ever said. The pain, like living metal staples running through his insides, pricking and scratching with their little sharp points. He felt his mind going dark for the second time that day.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“We're all Bloody inspired”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“NEWT: Jacob, she was here. Tina stood here. She has incredibly narrow feet, have you noticed?
JACOB: Can’t say that I have.”
― J.K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald: The Original Screenplay

“MÁTAME. SI ALGUNA VEZ HAS SIDO MI AMIGO, MÁTAME.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“For maybe a hundred thousand years or more, grownups have been waving tangles of string in their children's faces."
"Um."
Newt remained curled in the chair. He held out his painty hands as though a cat's cradle were strung between them. "No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's..."
"And?"
"No damn cat, and no damn cradle.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“Kill me, If you've ever been my friend, kill me-Newt”
― James Dashner