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

James Dashner

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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

llamas smart giving

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.

three kings thinking

She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if... by James Dashner

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

died my-way way

The Creators,” Minho said; then he spat on the floor. “I’m gonna... by James Dashner

The Creators,” Minho said; then he spat on the floor. “I’m gonna break your faces!

your-face break faces

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.

flying cutting body

And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would matter ever again.

kissing confusion hurt

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

crank crazy people

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?

newts like-you guy

I ought to come up there and break your shuck nose. by James Dashner

I ought to come up there and break your shuck nose.

come-up break noses

I'd love to see that rat nose smashed! by James Dashner

I'd love to see that rat nose smashed!

rats noses

You scared of that pip-squeak? Dude, you got a lot to learn. Frea... by James Dashner

You scared of that pip-squeak? Dude, you got a lot to learn. Freakin' Newbies.

scared

He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?' 'Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.

girl faces looks

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 lovers,' Teresa said. Thomas tripped and crashed to the ground. Smiling sheepishly at Minho, who’d turned to look without slowing, Thomas got back up and caught up to him. 'What?' he finally asked. He sensed a laugh from her, a watery image full of color.

effort color laughing

Can’t take a chance that one day, in one spot, somewhere, an exit might appear. We can’t give up. Ever.

giving-up one-day might

Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn't make sense, he thought. I don't even know her name.

sadness girl names

Bluh-huh-huh" Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd ju... by James Dashner

Bluh-huh-huh" Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in a pile of klunk.

repulsion

Yeah, right," Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once." Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. "There, you happy?" "Dude," he responded. "You are one ugly shank.

fake monsters baby

Sometimes what works in a book is too "in your face" when convert... by James Dashner

Sometimes what works in a book is too "in your face" when converted to the big screen and sound.

sound faces book

Do books about the Holocaust make us think, "Oh well, there was nothing we could've done to prevent that or prevent it from happening again"? Of course not. It makes us angry and determined to stop such atrocities.

holocaust book thinking

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.

sad space happy thinking