The Fever Code

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.

One must know the problem better than the solution, or the solution becomes the problem.

You don't take away my freedom without asking first.

Don't mess with Teresa. If I teach you nothing else in life, it's that. Don't mess with Teresa.

They're making me call myself Charles." Thomas shook his head. "Well, that's lame. We're going to call you Chuck.

This is spooky," Minho spoke quietly, "Alby hold my hand." "Dude chill.

The ends justify the means. It should be WICKED's official logo. They should have a giant banner draped across the front entrance.

The kid was his brother in every way but blood - without him, Thomas would've broken long ago.

WICKED was never going to stop. They were never, never going to stop.

He flat out needed Chuck, like a kid with a security blanket.

It’s your incalculable ability to trust others that has always touched me. And I’m sorry to have taken advantage of it so many times” - Dr. Paige

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.

Did a bloody Griever come out and ask for a snog?

What if he saved them? he thought. What if I saved my friends?

Everything we do is for a reason.

Hey, I'm Newt," the boy whispered. "And I know bloody well who you are.

I plan to write three words on my arm before entering the Box, hoping that its simple message will plant seed in the Gladers who see it. To remind them, even subconsciously, what it is we fight for. It's a phrase I saw on a cold, dark night long ago, the Crank pits seething behind me. It's a phrase that I believe with all my heart, despite the horrors. I think you know what it is.

I wrote the lies of my farewell with two fingers.

She means the world to me, and nothing will ever change that.

It was a strange world. But Thomas was alive, and he lived.

What's there to be scared about? A post-apocalyptic city with no government or security, surrounded by a desert and swarming with Cranks. I mean, come on. Don't be a sissy.

Leavitt appeared, looming over him, a syringe in his hand. “I thought we’d come to an understanding, son. I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to do this.” He knelt down and stuck the needle in Thomas’s neck, compressed the syringe with his thumb. Before he passed out, Thomas looked at Teresa again, their eyes meeting for just a few precious seconds. The world had already started to blur when they dragged her away, but he clearly heard what she called out to him. “Someday we’ll be bigger.” —

No sabrás nunca adónde vas hasta que no entiendas de dónde vienes.

This place is all fun and games.

Together, Thomas and Teresa watched, and imagined what it must be like.