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Um, There's A Girl Meeting Her Friend,' He Went On. 'her Friend Is Giving Her An Ice-cream Cone. Oh-it's Dripping. Huh. It, Uh, Dripped On Her...chest.' Iggy Drew In A Hissing Breath. It's Gonna Stain For Sure,' The Gasman Said. 'that's Chocolate.' Hmm,' Fang Said, Watching, The Girl Dab At Her Chest With A Paper Napkin.

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Um, There's A Girl Meeting Her Friend,' He Went On. 'her Friend Is Giving Her An Ice-cream Cone. Oh-it's Dripping. Huh. It, Uh, Dripped On Her...chest.' Iggy Drew In A Hissing Breath. It's Gonna Stain For Sure,' The Gasman Said. 'that's Chocolate.' Hmm,' Fang Said, Watching, The Girl Dab At Her Chest With A Paper Napkin.

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Yes. I Owed My Life, Angel's Life, And My Mother's Life To A Mutant's Ability To Create Industrial-strength Snot.

You're Lucky If You Find Something You Like To Do, And It's A Miracle If Somebody Will Pay You To Do It.

My Style Is Colloquial Storytelling. It's The Way We Tell Stories To One Another - It's Not Writerly, It's Not Overdone.

I Still Felt Like I Might Hurl, And I Thought About How Awful That Would Be In Midair.

He [iggy] Started Reaching For Things Around The Table, And His Hand Landed On Total. “you’re Black.” “i Prefer Canine-american,” Said Total.

Every Other Person In The World Would Have Looked At It And Thought, Max Would Hate This. It Was Girly. It Was Beautiful. It Wasn't Made Of Titanium And Black Leather With Spikes On It. But It Seemed Exactly Right, In A Weird, Heart-fluttery Kind Of Way. And I Really Loved It.

Okay, That So Did Me In. Mr. Rock Being All Emotional? Expressing His Feelings?" P. 12

I Had To Give Him Props, But How Annoying Of Him To Be A Hero When I Was Trying So Hard To Dislike Him. It Was Downright Selfish.

"there Is One Bright Side To This," Said Fang. "yeah? What's That?" The New And Improved Erasers Would Mutilate Us Before They Killed Us? He Grinned At Me So Unexpectedly I Gorgot To Flap For A Second And Dropped Several Feet. "you Looove Me," He Crooned Smugly. Holding His Arms Out Wide, He Added, "you Love Me This Much." My Shriek Of Appalled Rage Could Probably Be Heard In California, Or Maybe Hawaii.

"so You Have Your Price."... "your Soul For A Cookie."

I'm Pretty Sure That If You Looked Up The Word "nuts" In The Dictionary, You'll Find My Picture. Just Another Fun Feature Of My Mutant-birdkid-freak Package.

I Love To Tell Stories. It's A Delight For Me.

I Tried To Shake Some Water Off. "i Got A Message From Angel,"i Said, Scanning The Tunnel."she Says There's Massive Danger Down Here,something Too Big For Us To Fix Or Deal With." "so Of Course You Immediately Came Down.

The Subject For A Lot Of Non-fiction Is Very Emotional, But If You Read It, It's The Most Boring, Dry Stuff. I Wanted 'torn Apart' To Be Extremely Accessible And Readable.

I'd Been Told That He Had Been Created-literally Created-just For Me,as My "perfect Other Half." Let Me Tell You-if Dylan Was My Perfect Other Half, Then I Needed To Give My First Half A Seriouis Look-see.

I Choose You, Max. -fang

I Don't Think Of Myself As A Writer.

Yes!” Said Fang, Punching The Air. “freaks Rule.

I Was Crazily, Deeply, Incredibly, Joyously, Terrifiedly In Love.

Fang Felt A Cold Jolt, Then Dismissed It. Max Wasn’t Dead. He Would Know, Somehow. He Would Have Felt It. The World Still Felt The Same To Him; Therefore, Max Was Still In It.

Life Is Hard, And A Lot Of People Come Home Tired From Work. If They're Gonna Spend Half An Hour Reading, They Want Some Entertainment And A Sense Of Achievement. So That's What I Give Them. That's All I'm Trying To Do. Is That Really So Wrong?

I Muttered A Swear Word To Myself. After I Heard Angel Cussing Like A Sailor When She Stubbed Her Toe, My New Resolution Was To Watch My Language. All I Needed Was A Six-year-old Mutant With A Potty Mouth

Max: "okay Guys, I Had A Couple Thoughts I Wanted To Go Over With You." Iggy: (pretends To Snore Loudy) Max: (throws Another Pinecone At Him) Iggy: "quit Throwing Things At Me!" Max: "glad You Could Join Us.

Besides My Great Fashion Sense? I Play A Mean Harmonica.

I Hate You!” I Screamed At Fang. Tucking My Wings In, I Aimed Downward, Diving Toward The Ground At More Than Two Hundred Miles An Hour. “no You Dooonnn’t!” Fang’s Voice Spiraled Away Into Nothingness, Far Above Me. Inside My Head, Almost Drowned Out By The Roar Of Wind Rushing By My Ears, I Heard The Voice Make A Tsking Sound. You Guys Are Crazy About Each Other, It Said.

If You Want To Write For Yourself, Get A Diary. If You Want To Write For Your Friends, Get A Blog. If You Want To Write For Others...become An Author.

Pain Is A Message, And You Can Choose To Ignore That Message.

It's Always Refreshing To Meet Someone Crazier Than Us," I Said. "we Seem So Normal Afterward.

Being The Leader Means You Have To Make Life Or Death Decisions Sometimes.

What Was Fang Going To Do Blog About Max Throwing Herself Into Space So She Wouldn't Have To Kiss Him Again? No Instead He Smashed His Fist Against The Cave Wall Then Grimaced At The Pain And Stupidity Seeing His Bloodied Knuckles

Honesty Is Always Good, Except When It's Better To Lie.

That's More Than Three Questions, Max. And Sometimes Whether Someone Is Your Friend Or Enemy Is All In How You Look At It. But If You Must Know, I Consider Myself Your Friend, A Good Friend Who Loves You Very Much. No One Loves You More Than I Do, Maximum. Now Listen. I Ask The Questions, Not You. You're Just Here... For The Ride. For The Incredible, Indescribable Maximum Ride.

Actually, I'd Already Briefed Him, Early This Morning. Since We Were Up At Six. Since, At Six, The Nurse Had Been Overcome With The Overwhelming Compulsion To Take Fang's Temperature Right Then.

What I Said Yesterday Didn't Mean Anything! I Love Everyone In The Flock! Plus, It Was The Valium Talking!" "uh-huh. You Just Keep Telling Yourself That. You Looove Me." Max: (tries To Punch Him) "pick A Tree. I'll Go Carve Our Initials In It." Max: (screams And Runs Into Bathroom)

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