Anne

“Their politeness annoyed Thomas. He remembered stories of killers being put to death in the old days. They always got a last meal, too. As fancy as they wanted it. “I want steak,” he said, stopping to look at her. “And shrimp. And lobster. And pancakes. And a candy bar.” “I’m sorry—you’ll have to settle for a couple of sandwiches.” Thomas sighed. “Figures.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“What?” “You swear to me that you won’t read what’s inside that bloody envelope until the time is right.” Thomas couldn’t imagine waiting to read it—he started to pull the envelope out of his pocket, but Newt grabbed his arm to stop him. “When the time is right?” Thomas asked. “How will I—” “You’ll bloody know!” Newt answered before Thomas could ask. “Now swear to me. Swear it!” The boy’s whole body seemed to tremble with every word. “Fine!” Thomas was beyond worried about his friend now. “I swear I won’t read it until the time is right. I swear. But why—” “Okay, then,” Newt interrupted. “Break your promise and I’ll never forgive you.”
― James Dashner, The Death Cure

“Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Taste good?” Brenda asked as she dug into her own food.
“Please. I’d push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff,” Thomas said.
“I’d kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad.”
“Guess my mom doesn’t have much of a chance if she’s ever standing between us and a grocery store.”
“Guess not.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials