“All things happen for a purpose.”

“All the same, Thomas now had a plan. As bad as it was, he had a plan.They needed more clues about the code. They needed MEMORIES.So he was going to get stung by a Griever. Go through the Changing. On purpose.”

“I watched as that kid died. In his last few seconds there was pure terror in his eyes. You can't do that. You can't do that to a person. I don't care what anybody tells me, I don't care how many people go crazy and die, I don't care if the whole shuck human race ends. Even if that was the only thing that had to happen to find the cure, I'd still be against it.”

“Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.”

“Whatever had happened to him [Newt] out there — maybe even related to his lingering ankle injury — had been truly awful.”

“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 armpit and snore for three days.""My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.”

“Yeah, you're a regular Mozart...well, except for the whole music thing.”