James Dashner Quotes

I have no idea,' he tells her, and there is such a spark in his eye when he says it, she can tell having no idea is exactly the way he wants it.

As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?' Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.

I can't imagine what possessed you to propose to me." "Well that will give you something to puzzle over any time you can't sleep.

What is the answer? In that case, what is the question?

How did they know?.

I dont understand flirting.

What the heck did people see in me?

I want to make people think about certain things or have them ask the question of 'why.' I just want to always keep the people wondering.

September could see it. She did not know what is was she saw. That is the disadvantage of being a heroine, rather than a narrator. She knew only that a red light glowed and went dark, glowed and went dark.

I didn't know anything about it, I swear. Nor did Dave Bassett. We were sitting there saying 'What's happening here?'. It is frightening. A nightmare.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

I cannot exaggerate the effect of this marvelous sight on my childish imagination. Day after day I asked myself what is electricity and found no answer. Eighty years have gone by since and I still ask the same question, unable to answer it.

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.

Now for me, you're the irreplaceable one: I've never see you up so close before, and I do not understand you at all. You say sometimes I act like I don't see you? I don't even know where to look! Living with you around is like is like living with a permanent dazzle. The fact that you even like me, or look at me, or brush by me, or hug me, or hold me, is so surprising that after it's over I have to go back through it a dozen times in my head to savor it and try and figure out what it was like because I was too busy being astounded while it was happening.

I've got a whole lotta questions, and not so many answers.

You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue.

I did not understand them but they did not have any mystery, and when I understood them they meant nothing to me. I was sorry about this but there was nothing I could do about it.

By clarity I don't mean that we're always in kind of a simple area where everything is clear and comforting and understood. Clarity is certainly a way toward disorientation because if you don't start out - if the reader isn't grounded, if the reader is disoriented in the beginning of the poem, then the reader can't be led astray or disoriented later.

I need to talk to Clarisse," Annabeth said. I stared at her as if she'd just said "I need to eat a large, smelly boot." "What for?

They knew many things but had no idea why. And strangely this made them more, rather than less, certain that they were right.

If you ever got me, you wouldn't have a clue what to do with me.

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.

But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.

My ambition is to keep the audience guessing... that is my path to a long career.