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.

All things happen for a purpose.

Can you do that?” Thomas asked. “Huh?” “Kill someone three times.” “I’d figure out a way.

...You'd think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.

Thomas had a depressing - and scary - thought. 'Am I . . . replacing someone? Did somebody get killed?' Minho shook his head. 'No, we're just training you - someone'll want a break. Don't worry, it's been a while since a Runner was killed.' For some reason that last statement worried Thomas, though he hoped it didn't show on his face.

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

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