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I Was Breathless, Talking As Fast As I Could. I Was Afraid If I Stopped Talking, Even For A Second, I’d Start Sobbing Again. “whoa, There.” Fang Smiled And Reached Up, Tracing A Hand Down The Side Of My Face, Winding Strands Of My Hair Around His Fingers. “stop Talking And Let Me Just Tell You How Great It Is To Wake Up Staring At Your Face. Okay?

Some Poeple Just Don't Have What It Takes To Appreciate A Cookie.

I Think Sometimes We Give People A Lot Of Credit Just Because They're Writing Nice Sentences Even If It Isn't Adding Up To Much.

Later," Fang Said To Ella And Dr. Martinez In That Gushy, Hyperemotional, Overdramatic Way He Has.

I Grew Up In A House Full Of Women: My Mother, Grandmother, Three Sisters, And Two Female Cats. And I Still Have The Buzz Of Their Conversations In My Head. As An Adult, I Have More Female Friends Than Male Ones: I Just Love The Way That Women Talk.

In A Manner Of Speaking. As We Intend For You To Found A Dynasty. And That Dynasty Will Rule Society Until It Has Progressed Enough To-" "overthrow The Dynasty In A Revolutionary, Blood Filled Coup!" Iggy Said Eagerly. We All Looked At Him. "just Saying." He Sheepishly Took A Bite Of Cookie.

Bad Stuff Happens. Sometimes It Makes No Sense At All. Sometimes Its Unfair. Sometimes, It Just Plain Sucks. Bad Stuff Happens Sometimes. Always Remember That, But Remember That You Have To Move On Somehow. You Just Pick Your Head Up And Stare At Something Beautiful Like The Sky, Or The Ocean, And You Move The Hell On.

Yes, Max, You Are Going To Die. Just Like Everybody Else. Thank You, Confucious.

My, G**, He Was As Strong As A Team Of Oxen. That Would Be Strong Right?

Hi, Max," She Said, Pushing Her Shades Up Onto Her Curls. "i Hope Your Wearing Sunscreen," I Said, “your Gonna Have Hella Wrinkles By The Time Your Ten.” “want Some Daiquiri?” She Offered, Pointing At A Blender. “is It Traitor Flavored?” I Asked.

You Stand Out Like A Fart In A Church.

For Me, "zoo" Has Always Been A Fable. It Has Nothing To Do With Realism. It's A Fable About What Man Is Doing To The World, And The Animals Have Retribution. But In The Real World, This Would Not Happen. But In The World Of 1984, This Kind Of Thing Can Happen In A Story.

I'll Just Ask Now: What Is It About My Persona That Draws Every Insane, Power-hungry Nutcase To Me Like A Magnet?

Gazzy Called Over To Me "i Can't See Anything!" "i Can't See Anything Either," Iggy Complained. "i'm Rolling My Eyes, Ig." I Had To Tell Him That Because He Couldn't See Me Do It, What With His Blindness And All.

Gazzy, Man, Jeezum!" Fang Exclaimed. "what The Heck Have You Been Eating For God's Sake?" That Was A Smoke Bomb!" Gazzy Defended Himself. "not Even I Could Fill This Whole Flippin' House!

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

Max, You're Acting Like A Child, The Voice Said. You're Above Rebelling Against Your Fate Just To Rebel. You've Got A Date With Destiny. Don't Be Late." I Brushed Some Hair Out Of My Eyes. Is That A Movie Quote? Or Is It An Actual Date? I Don't Remember Destiny Asking Me. I Never Even Gave Destiny My Phone Number.

Why Aren't Crazy People Content To Take Over, Like, One Town? It Always Has To Be The Whole Word. They Can't Just Control Maybe Twenty People. The Have To Control Everyone. The Can't Just Be Stinking Rich. The Can't Just Do Genetic Experiments On A Couple Unlucky Few. They Have To Put Something In The Water. In The Air. To Get Everyone. I Was Tired Of All Of It.

Fang," I Said, My Voice Breaking. "just Live, Okay? Live And Be Okay." With No Warning, I Leaned Down And Kissed His Mouth, Just Like That. "ow," He Said, Touching His Split Lip, Then He And I Stared At Each Other In Shock.

I'm Not A Writer's Writer. I'm Not A Craftsman. I Could Be, And That Would Be A One-book-a-year Operation.

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?

Oh, My God. It Hit Me Like A Tsunami Then: How Perfect He Was For Me, How He Was Everything I Could Possibly Hope For, As A Friend, Boyfriend - Maybe Even More. He Was It For Me. There Would Be No More Looking. I Really, Really Loved Him, With A Whole New Kind Of Love I'd Never Felt Before, Something That Made Every Other Kind Of Love I'd Ever Felt Just Seem Washed Out And Wimpy In Comparison. I Loved Him With Every Cell In My Body, Every Thought In My Head, Every Feather In My Wings, Every Breath In My Lungs. And Air Sacs.

Is It Important To Be Right Or Is It Important To Do What's Right? That's One Of The Hardest Lessons To Learn.

Fang! Angel?" I Yelled, Not Even Trying For Stealth. I Was Storming The Castle, Not Stealing The Jewels.

"hello, Max," He Said Quietly, Searching My Face. "how Do You Feel?" Which Was A Ten On The 'imbecilic Question' Scale Of One To Ten. "why, I Feel Fine, Jeb," I Said Brightly. "how About You?" "any Nausea? Headache?" "yep. And It's Standing Here Talking To Me."

It Was The Building From The Drawing In My Brain. And If You Don’t Think That’s A Weird Sentence, Maybe You Should Reread It.

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

Just In Case You Thought Elephants Were All Sweetness, I Can Attest To The Fact That This One Had The Time Of Her Life Scaring The Bejeezus Out Of Those Dudes.

Dr. Martinez: "i Take It You Don't Want Me To Call Your Parent?" Max: "uh, No." Hello, Lab? May I Speak To The Test Tube Please?

The Hamster Called. He Wants His Home Back.

That Was The Funniest Thing I'd Heard In Days. You're Kidding, Right? Please Tell Me You Have A Stronger Motive For Me Than 'fair Is Fair.' Life Isn't Fair, Dean....nothing Is Fair, Ever. That's The Stupidest Thing I've Ever Heard. I Need To Help You Because Fair Is Fair? Try, 'i Need You To Help Me So I Won't Rip Out Your Spine And Beat You With It.' I Might Respond To That. Maybe.

I Couldn’t Leave Total Behind.” “total?” Iggy Asked. “that’s What His Card Said,” Angel Explained. “totally A Mutant Dog Who Will Probably Turn On Us And Kill Us In Our Sleep,” Fang Said.

Was This Normalcy-predictable Patterns, The Certainty Of Doing The Same Thing Everyday? Because If So, Normalcy Was About To Make Me Freak Out And Start Screaming.

Sundown Had Bloodied The Horizon Over The Uneven Rooftops Of South Boston. Birds Were Perched On Every Roof And Seemed To Be Watching The Girl Walking Slowly Below. - Cradle And All

I Want To Be A Scientist Who Studies The Ocean When I Grow Up. I Would Go Out To Sea, And Scuba Dive, And Find New Things, And National Geographic Will Hire Me.” Sure, Nudge. Probably Around The Time I Become President.

It's Our Job - As Parents, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles - To Find Books Our Kids Are Going To Like.

Fair Isn't Fair, Dean. Like I'm Supposed To Help You Because Fair Is Fair? Try I Need You To Help Me So I Wont Rip Out Your Spine And Beat You With It. I Might Respond To That, Maybe.

Not Saving You From This Storm, Mutant,” He Said. “saving You For Your Later Fate, We Are.” His Voice Was Weirdly Inflected And Metallic, Like An Automated Answering Machine. “oh, Good. Yoda Captured Us,” Fang Whispered.

Then I Found It: The Source Of The Blood, The Place Where He'd Been Shot. 'total?' I Said, And I Got A Slight Whimper. 'you Have A Boo-boo On Your Tail.

Where Was The Catch? 'cause I Knew One Was Coming.

The Whole Duty Of Humanity, From A Christian Perspective Is: 'to Know God And To Show God.'

Disney World?” Ari Felt Like His Head Was About To Explode. “disney World?” His Gravelly Voice Rose Into A Harsh Shriek. “they’re Not On Vacation! They’re On The Run! They’re Running For Their Lives! Death Is Following Them Like A Bullet, And They’re On The Big Thunder Mountain Railroad?

You Are An Endless Project...changing, Evolving, Surprising.

Man, You Weigh A Freaking Ton," He Told Me. "what've You Been Eating, Rocks?" "why, Is Your Head Missing Some?" I Croaked. His Mouth Almost Quirked In A Smile, And That's When I Knew How Upset He'd Been

You Can Help Each Other, Max, Said The Unwelcome Voice. You're Perfect Complements To Each Other. "shut Up!" I Hissed Under My Breath, And Dylan Looked Startled. "i Didn't Say Anything." Gritting My Teeth, I Nodded. "no, I Know. It's Just-" I Decided To Take A Risk And Stare Him Down. "i Hear Voices, Okay? If You're Gonna Be Here, Get Used To It. Or Else Keep Your Distance.

I Love You. I Love Your Smile, Your Snarl, Your Grin, Your Face When You're Sleeping.

Can You Giggle While Racing For Your Life And Protecting A Six-year-old? I Can.

At That Moment I Had No Mind To Change, Or Not Change, Or Throw Against The Nearest Wall.

Maybe He Was A Good A Good Whitecoat—like Jeb. And Maybe The Moon Was Made Of Cream Cheese.

There's No Such Thing As A Kid Who Hates Reading. There Are Kids Who Love Reading, And Kids Who Are Reading The Wrong Books.

The Weird, Weird Thing About Devastating Loss Is Tha Life Actually Goes On.

Like A Good Song, Life Has Verses, The Goliards Had Taught Me. Each Verse Has To Be Sung. It Takes All Of Them To Make A Song. It Is The Entire Chanson You Name, But When You Think Of It, When You Smile, It Is A Favorite Verse That Delights Your Ears.

I'm A Girl Of Extremes. When I Love Something, I'm Like A Puppy Dog (without All The Licking). When I'm Cranky, I'm A Wasp (like A Whole Hive Of 'em). And When I'm Angry, I'm A Mother Bear With A Predator After Her Cubs: Dangerous.

Angel Wanted Them All To Burn In H-e- Double Toothpicks Forever.

Fang? Are You- Like Max?" Asked Dr. Martinez. "nope,"he Said, Sounding Bored. "i'm The Smart One." I Resisted The Urge To Kick Him In The Shin.

I Read Some, And Then Visited With People Involved In This Curious, Exciting And Somewhat Misunderstood Sub-culture. I Met With A Fang Maker, Who Offered To Fit Me For An Exquisite Pair.

I Am Not A Great Prose Stylist. I'm A Storyteller. There Are Thousands Of People Who Don't Like What I Do. Fortunately, There Are Millions Who Do.

Yeah, And So Max And Dylan Are Supposed To, Like, Go To Germany And Have Kids Together," I Heard Gazzy Say. My Eyes Popped Open And I Bolted Upright. "what?" Fang Said, His Voice Icy. "gazzy!" I Yelled. Wide Blue Eyes Looked At Me In Surprise, Then Back At Fang's Stoic Face. "oh. Was I Not Supposed To Say Anything?" Gazzy Asked.

And Flock Rule Number Two Is, Don't Argue With Max Or You'll Live To Regret It." I Spun And Stomped Out To The Clearing, Turning Back For One Last Jab At Dylan. "and By The Way, You Clearly Don't Know Me Better Than Fang Does. Do You See Fang Arguing With Me? No, You Do Not." Fang Rolled His Eyes.

Fang Swerved Closer To Me, Big And Supremely Graceful, Like A Black Panther With Wings. Oh, God. I'm So Stupid. Forget I Just Said That. "he Needs A Band-aid," I Said. A Look Passed Between Me And Fang, Full Of Suppressed Humor, Relief, Understanding,love — Forget I Said That Too. I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me.

If You're Ever Feeling A Lack Of Middle-aged White Men, Just Pop Into The Capitol. Not So Much The House Of Representatives, Which Has A Bit More Color And Texture, But The Senate -- Jeez. Yes, Let's Have More Testosterone Running The Country. Maximum Ride, School's Out--forever

The Hardest Part About Parenting Is When I Have To Be The Dad--aka The Fun-sucker--as Opposed To Being A Friend.

We All Love Each Other, Ange," I Said Impatiently, Hating This Whole Conversation. "no, Not Like This," She Went On Relentlessly. "fang Loves You."......my Mouth Dropped Open. How Does She Know This Stuff? "forget It! No One's Getting Married!" I Hissed. "not In New Hampshire Or Anywhere Else! Not In A Box, Not With A Fox! Now Go To Sleep, Before I Kill You! Oh Yeah, Like I Got Any Sleep After That. - Pg 35

I Never Miss A Good Chance To Shut Up

People Always Remember The Worst Day Of Their Lifes. It Becomes A Part Of Them Forever.

They Call Me, The Sharkalator

A Vet! I Started Laughing Weakly And Had To Sit On The Edge Of The Tub. A Vet. Wait Till They Found Out How Appropriate That Was.

What Are They Teaching These Thugs? -why Are There So Many Of Them? -what Is The Institute For Higher Aeronautics? -how Many Of The Are There? There Are Only Six Of Us! Why? -why Is Dc Public Transportation So Weird? -why Don't We Mug Those Eraser Goons For Money More Often? -fang's Blog

I'm A Girl Who Has Been Tamping Down Her Emotions And Keeping Them Tightly Guarded Her Whole Life. And That Works Really Well For Me. [...] And Now I Felt Like My Shell Had A Dangerous Crack In It. Without Much More Effort On His Part, It Would Split Wide Open And My Enormous River Of Emotions Would Gush Out - The Bad And The Good. It Was Pretty Much The Scariest Thing I'd Ever Thought Of.

Max, You're The Last Of The Hybrids Who Still Has...a Soul.' ... 'she Doesn't Have Soul,' Gazzy Scoffed. 'have You Ever Seen Her Dance?

"i Feel Like, Like Pudding," Iggy Groaned. "pudding With Nerve Endings. Pudding In Great Pain."

You Love Him So Much It Feels Like You Can't Go On Without Him. You Feel Like You Might Die Without Him.

Excuse Me? I'm Alive Too.

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.

Your Mind Creates Your Reality. If You Expect Nothing, You Open Up The Universe To Give You Options. If You Expect The Worst, You Usually Get It.

Let's Just Say That If These Scientist Had Been Using Their Brilliance For Good Instead Of Evil, Cars Would Run Off Water Vapor And Leave Fresh Compost Behind Them; No One Would Be Hungry; No One Would Be Ill; All Buildings Would Be Earthquake-, Bomb-, And Flood-proof; And The World's Entire Economy Would Have Collapsed And Been Replaced By One Based On The Value Of Chocolate.

If The White House Could Do More To Tell Parents That Getting Children Reading Is Their Business Too, We'd See A Big Difference. Hollywood And The Nba Or Nfl Could Step In, Too. In England They Have An Event Called Book Day, Where Every Child Receives A Pound To Use At Any Bookstore.

Assume Nothing, Question Everything.

I’ve Been Listening To How The Roman Empire Fell And All I Can Say Is, It Didn’t Fall Nearly Fast Enough!”-iggy

Please, Sit Down," Sharon Said With Another Hair Toss. I Made A Mental Note To Practice Doing That In A Mirror The Next Time I Saw One. It Seemed A Useful Skill, Right Up There With Roundhouse Kicks.

Don't Depend On Others To Give You Strength....find It Within Yourself

I Have An Idea. It’s Risky, And Max Will Kill Us When She Finds Out.” Iggy Raised His Head. “sounds Like My Kind Of Idea.

Hollywood Is A Peculiar Beast - People In Hollywood Are Nuts.

I Won’t Lie To You—it Was Hilarious. Yes, We Were In Trouble, Yes, This Was A Disaster, And So One And So Forth, But I Have To Say, Seeing Those Upturned Faces, The Looks, Was Bout The Best Thing That Happened To Us Since We’d Come To New York.

You're Lying Through Your Fangs," Iggy Accused. Fang Tried To Play Innocent--but "innocent Fang" Is An Oxymoron, So It Didn't Work.

I Don't Damsel Well. Distress, I Can Do. Damseling? Not So Much.

I Stood My Ground. "you Evil Scientist Are All The Same--evil. Count Me Out." Fang And I Brushed Past Mr. God And Walked Quickly But Smoothly To The Exit. It Was Barely Noon, And I'd Already Made A Huge Enemy. Dang, I'm Good.

I Vill Now Destroy The Snickuh Bahrs!

Great, They Give Blind Kids Guns," I Said, Trying To Lessen His Horror. "i Don't Even Let Iggy Have A Gun. Usually.

Part 5 The Voice- Make That My Voice

"jeez, Was That A Lion? Please Tell Me It’s Behind Bars." "it’s A Zoo, Iggy,” Nudge Said, Taking His Arms And Leading Him. "everything’s Behind Bars."

Do You Like To Eat Things? -i Love Eating. I List It As A Hobby.

I Dropped My Voice And Stared Into Her Eyes. I Could Tell She Was Trying Hard Not To Look Away. I Was So Furious I Could Have Cheerfully Ripped Her Head Off. "but You're Going To Find Out, Mom,' I Said Very Softly."and It's Gonna Give You Nightmares For The Rest Of Your Wasted Life." Oh, My God, I Was So Badass. It Was All I Could Do To Not Give A Mwa Ha Ha!

Why Was The Blind Guy Playing With Matches, You Ask? Because He's Good At It. Anything To Do With Fire, Igniting Things, Exploding Things, Things With Fuses, Wicks, Accelerants . . . Iggy's Your Man. It's One Of Those Good/bad Things.

You're My Best Friend, My First And Only Love, And The Most Beautiful Girl I've Ever Seen

Life Is Such A Miracle, A Series Of Small Miracles.it Really Is, If You Learn How To Look At It With The Right Perspective.

Even Needing To Get To Angel, We Couldn’t Forget The Basic Necessity Of Eating.

Jeb Climbed The Ladder Fang Had Just Lowered And I Indulged In A Moments Fantasy About Someone Slamming The Trapdoor On His Head.”-max

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

I'm Magnetic," She Whispered, Half Awed And Half Horrified. "i Hope You Don't Start Sticking To Fridges And Stuff," I Said In Disbelief. Fang Dropped Down Next To Me, And The Gasman Joined Us, Squishing In Next To Nudge. "what's Going On?" Fang Asked. "i'm Magnet Girl!" Nudge Said, Already Coming To Terms With Her New Skill.

...drifting Downstream In A Row Boat Doesn't Count Against Your Life Span.

Beware The Anger Of A Patient Man.

I Saw The First Episode Of "the Walking Dead," And That's All I've Seen. I Thought It Was Good. I Used To Love Zombies When I Was Little, But I Don't Like Them The Way I Used To. I'm Not Knocking The Show.

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

Do We Have Any Chlorine? It Seems To Be Kind Of Explosive When Mixed With Other Stuff." "like What, Your Socks? No, We Don't Have Chlorine. No Swimming Pool.

I Want To Do It Too!" (sitting Motionless) Nudge: "nope, You Stand Out Like A Fart In A Church." Max: (muttering) "appropriately Enough." Iggy: "what About Me?" (stands Still) Max: "no, You're Visible." Iggy: "am Not!" Max: (throws A Pinecone At Him) "could I Do That If I Wouldn't See You?

What Happened To Your Tan?"--fang "it Was Dirt." --max

Boy, You Just Can't Kill People Like You Used To.

Imagine Life Is A Game In Which You Are Juggling Five Balls. The Balls Are Called Work, Family, Health, Friends, And Integrity. And You're Keeping All Of Them In The Air. But One Day You Finally Come To Understand That Work Is A Rubber Ball. If You Drop It, It Will Bounce Back. The Other Four Balls...are Made Of Glass. If You Drop One Of These, It Will Be Irrevocably Scuffed, Nicked, Perhaps Even Shattered.

Maybe, Beauty, True Beauty, Is So Overwhelming, It Goes Straight To Our Hearts.maybe It Makes Us Feel Emotions That Are Locked Away Inside

As A Maternal Figure, I Always Try To Keep The Flock Safe, Of Course. But I Admit, It Did My Heart Proud To See The Instant Blood-lust Pop Into Gazzy’s Blue Eyes And To See Little Angel Automatically Tense Up And Get Into Fighting Stance, Ready To Rip Someone’s Head Off. They Were Just So — So Dang Adorable, Sometimes.

Do You Ever Have Dirty Thoughts About Spongebob?

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

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

You're Children. Don't You Want A Home, A Family?" "with, Like, Vitamin-fortified Cereal And Educational Television?

Sighing, She Gave A Brief Nod. “i Was Supposed To Win. I Was Supposed To Finish You Off. They Never Counted On You Winning. And Then You Didn’t Kill Me. It Was Awful.” “you’re Welcome,” I Said, Feeling Fresh Anger Ignite. “i’ll Try Not To Humiliate You By Letting You Live Next Time.” (max Ii To Max)

You...are...a...fridge...with Wings,' Fang Ground Out, Punching An Eraser Hard With Every Word. 'we're...freaking...ballet...dancers.

Sometimes When You're At Your Most Certain, That's When Everything You Know Is Wrong.

Jane-sweetie, We've Talked About Your Weight-" My Mother Began. I'm Only Eight Years Old," I Said. "how About I Promise To Be Anorexic Later?

Why Can't You Just Get Out Of Here And Leave Me Alone?"i Bellowed. "i Can't!" Dylan Shouted Back,his Face Twisted With An Anger I'd Never Seen From Him. "you Can,"i Said Through Gritted Teeth."just Point Your Wings That Way And Flap!

I Love Movies And I Like A Lot Of Good Television. At The End Of The Project, I Don't Care If They Changed [it From The Book], I Just Want To Look At It And Go, "i Loved That. That Really Turned Out Well."

I Don't Know Why, But Life Is Usually More Complicated Than The Plans That We Make.

Bombs Are Good. I Love Bombs."--iggy

She Had A Lot Of Hugs To Give, But Not Enough People To Give Them To.

The Best Way To Get Kids Reading More Is To Give Them Books That They'll Gobble Up - And That Will Make Them Ask For Another.

Right There, In Front Of Everyone, I Threw My Arms Arond His Neck And Mashed My Mouth Against His. He Was Startled For A Second, Then His Strong Arms Wraped Around Me So Tightly I Could Hardly Breathe. "zomg," I Heard Nudge Whisper.

They're Afraid Of Change, And We Must Change. They're Afraid Of The Young, And We Are The Young. They're Afraid Of Music, And Music Is Our Life. They're Afraid Of Books, And Knowledge, And Ideas. They're Most Afraid Of Our Magic.

For Example, You Go To Fuji, And There Are No Animal Attacks. Why? And I Think That Gets You Into The World Of "the Walking Dead" Or "lost." Humans Start Doing Some Weird Stuff.

How Did You Become Blind, Uh, Jeff Is It?" Yeah, Jeff. Well, I Looked Directly At The Sun, You Know, The Way They Always Tell You Not To. If Only I Had Listened.

I'm Way Hot," He Muttered. "but I Don't Feel Sick. Just — Way Hot." Fang

One Of The Nice Things About Books As Opposed To Television And Movies To Some Extent Is It's Not A Passive Entertainment. People Really Do Get Involved, And They Do Create, And They Do Have Their Own Visions Of What Different Characters Look Like And What Should Happen. It's Great - It Means Their Brains Are Working.

Fang Snorted In Disbelief. "on One Hand, We Have A Mythical Nice Family That Wants To Adopt Me. On The Other, We Have A Gang Of Insane Scientists Desperate To Do Genetic Experiments On Innocent Children. Guess Which Hand I Get Dealt?

Advice: Don’t Wait Until Someone You Have Issues With — Especially Someone You’re Related To — Gets Shot Before You Work It Out.

What I'm Really Addicted To Is Getting People To Understand That If Their Kids Aren't Competent Readers Coming Out Of Middle School, It's Really Going To Be Hard For Them In High School.

Home Is Wherever We All Are Together.

Time To Die. -evil Angel

Dear God," Said Nudge Under Her Breath, "i Want Real Parents. But I Want Them To Want Me Too. I Want Them To Love Me. I Already Love Them. Please See What You Can Do. Thanks Very Much. Love, Nudge." Okay, So I'm Not Saying We Were Pros At This Or Anything. (max Thoughts)

Denial Is Not Just A River In Egypt.

Okay, So, Flying,” I Started, Taking A Deep Breath And Focusing On The Thing I Loved Most In The World. “flying Is … Great. It Feels Great When You’re Doing It. It’s Fun. Pure Freedom. There’s Nothing Better.” Dylan Smiled, A Slow, Easy Smile That Seemed To Light Up His Whole Face. “so The First Thing We’re Going To Do,” I Told Him, “is Push You Off The Roof.

In The Dictionary, Next To The Word Stress, There Is A Picture Of A Midsize Mutant Stuck Inside A Dog Crate, Wondering If Her Destiny Is To Be Killed Or To Save The World. Okay, Not Really. But There Should Be.

I Shot Him The Bird. (get It? I Shot Him The—never Mind.)

I Hung My Head, And I Felt Someone, Fang, Gather Me Gently To Him. My Cheek Rested On His Shoulder, And My Silent Tears Soaked His Torn Shirt.he Felt Warm And Strong And Heartbreakingly Familiar. And At That Moment, Not A Single Thing In My Life Was Certain, Strong, Or Whole. Nothing. Least Of All Fang.

Gazzy: "just Ten?" Angel: "no." Gazzy: "five?" Angel: "no.

Living Life Was Like Putting The Beach Into A Jar. The Point Wasn’t To Fit Everything In; It Was To Attend To The Most Important Things First—the Big, Beautiful Rocks—the Most Valuable People And Experiences—and Fit The Lesser Things In Around Them. Otherwise, The Best Things Might Get Left Out

I'm A Very Good Storyteller; I Have A Lot Of Compassion For People. That's Very Useful For A Novelist. A Lot Of Novelists Are Snots. They're Just Mean People. I'm Not A Terribly Skilled Stylist, Nor Do I Want To Be. I Want A Lot Of People To Read One Of My Stories And Go, 'that Was Pretty Cool.'

You Looove Me. You Love Me This Much.

You'll See, Jαne,' He Promised Her. 'you'll Forget Me, αnd It Won't Hurt Tomorrow. Besides, You Sαid It Yourself: Love Meαns You Cαn Never Be αpαrt. So We'll Never Be αpαrt, Jαne, Becαuse I Love You So Much. I'll αlwαys, αlwαys Love You.

Knowledge Is A Terrible Burden. It May Help You, But It Might Also Destroy You.

Oh Great. Yoda Captured Us.

I Recommend You Stick To Your Own Species, Shy Babe." P. 155

And There I Was, Pretty As Heck, Brown Eyes, A Few Freckles, Fashion Challenged, And A Bad Attitude. Max Ii.

It's So Strange. Everything Can Be Going Alone Just Great, And Then One Day, Whack, You're Blindsided-- A Lousy, Crammy Blow You Didn't See Coming.

Please, I Begged Silently, Please Do Not Let My Last Moments On Earth Be Me Crammed Into A Tiny Boat In The Dark, Surrounded By Mechanical Singing Pirates.

Angel Raised Her Hand. "excuse Me. What Does Ltc Stand For?" She Blinked Innocently. "loving Tender Care?"gazzy Suggested.if Our Instructor Had Had Lasers For Eyes, He Would Have Sliced Gazzy In Half. "lieutenant Colonel," He Sputtered.

So The First Thing We're Gonna Do," I Told Him, "is Push You Off The Roof.

The Weird, Weird Thing About Devastating Loss Is That Life Actually Goes On. When You're Faced With A Tragedy, A Loss So Huge That You Have No Idea How You Can Live Through It, Somehow, The World Keeps Turning, The Seconds Keep Ticking.

Basically, I Have Two Speeds.... Hostile Or Smart-aleck. Your Choice.

Ari Smiled. The Sun Was Shining, The Weather Was Great, He Was Eating Ice Cream, And All His Dreams Were About To Come True.

Plus Her Mom Was So Awesome. She Was Strict About Some Things—don’t Leave Your Socks Lying Around—but So Not Strict About Other Things, Like Calling The Cops About My Bullet Wound.

We Is Always So Much Better Than I.

There's Always Be A Me And You.

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.

Why Do Things This Beautiful Make Me Want To Cry?" I Asked Michael As I Leaned Into Him. It Was An Unguarded Question, One I'd Never Have Asked Of Hugh. "i Don't Know," Said Michael. "maybe Beauty, True Beauty, Is So Overwhelming, It Goes Straight To Our Hearts. Maybe It Makes Us Feel Emotions That Are Locked Away Inside.

You're Just Here For The Ride. For The Incredible, Indescribable Maximum Ride. --max's Voice

My Life Would Never Contain A Convenient, Pain-saving Plan When It Could Stretch A Problem Out Into An Endless Agony Of Uncertainty And Torture.

While Carefully Synchronizing Our Wings-they Almost Touched-fang Leaned In,gently Put One Hand Behind My Neck And Kissed Me.it Was Just About Close To Heaven I'll Ever Get,i Guess.i Closed My Eyes,lost In The Feeling Of Flying And Kissing And Being With The One Person In The World I Completely ,utterly Trusted.

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

Noooo!" On The Screen, A Woman's Eyes Bugged Almost Out Of Her Head, And I Tried Not To Scream. Tried Not To Scream In Exasperation, I Mean. The Serial Killer Was Right In Front Of Her, Wide Open! Clearly, Instead Of Weeping Like A Moron, She Could Be Lunging Forward And Administering A Swift Uppercut To The Chin. Then This Entire Pointless Ordeal Would Be Over With, And I Could Go Home.

The Writing In Mission To Paris, Sentence After Sentence, Page After Page, Is Dazzling. If You Are A John Le Carr Fan, This Is Definitely A Novel For You.

Be Calm. Be Zen. You Are Buddha.

I Didn't Know A Van Could Go Up On Two Wheels Like That, For So Long." -nudge

Meaning What? We're Going To Pretend Nothing's Going On? That's Stupid. The Only Way To Deal With Any Of This Is To Get It Out In The Open." Have You Been Watching Oprah Again?

"disappear Where?" You Know What They Say: Curiosity Killed The Mutant Bird Kid. But I Couldn't Help Myself.

Jeezum—humans Were Like Eggshells.

I Do 30 To 40 Books A Year, So It's A Fair Amount Of Reading. Back And Forth Between Nonfiction And Fiction. I Usually Have Three Or Four Things That Are Open On My Desk, On My Bed, On Audiobook In The Car.

You Know, I Guess I Just Don't Like To Talk A Lot About Sad Things. Now You Know My Flaw. What Good Does It Do To Talk About Sad Things In The Past?

For A Long Time It Had Seemed To Me That Life Was About To Begin -- Real Life. But There Was Always Some Obstacle In The Way, Something To Be Gotten Through First, Some Unfinished Business, Time Still To Be Served, A Debt To Be Paid. Then Life Would Begin. At Last It Dawned On Me That These Obstacles Were My Life.

Another Day. Get Up And Face It.

I Choose You, Max. -fang

Six Seconds Should Be Rick Mofina's Breakout Thriller. It Moves Like A Tornado.

There's Nothing More Dangerous Than Than Someone Trying To Act For The Greater Good.

Gazzy: "what Does That Mean?" (points To Metal Plaque Warning To Stay Off The Third Rail That Said Stay Off The Third Rail!) Fang: "it Means The Third Rail Has Seven Hundred Volts Of Direct Current Running Through It. Touch It And You're Human Popcorn.

Witihin Seconds The Headhunter Had Lost Control Of His Car And It Squealed, Sliding Sideways Right Into Several Other Cars. Cool!' Said The Gasman.

Let's Face It: Most Of Us Don't Realize It, But We Are Failing Our Kids As Reading Role Models. The Best Role Models Are In The Home: Brothers, Fathers, Grandfathers; Mothers, Sisters, Grandmothers. Moms And Dads, It's Important That Your Kids See You Reading. Not Just Books - Reading The Newspaper Is Good, Too.

A Boy And A Girl, Fated To Rule All. Two Will Rise, And One Will Fall.

Congratulations. The Fact That You're Reading This Means You've Taken One Giant Step Closer To Surviving Until Your Next Birthday.

Congratulations

Total?" I Called. He Looked Up Alertly, Then Ran Over To Me, Small Pink Tongue Hanging Out. Total?" I Said When He Was Close. "can You Talk?" He Flopped Down On The Grass, Panting Slightly. "yeah. So?" Jeezum. I Mean, Mutant Weirdos Are Nothing New To Me, You Know? But A Talking Dog?

Fang: "have You Guys Been Playing In The Toxic Waste Again? Been Bitten By A Radioactive Spider? Struck By Lightning? Drink A Super-soldier Serum?"

Never Underestimate The Power Of Funny, It Moves Mountains.

Unfortunately, Every Time Someone Said “debriefing,” The Entire Flock Had One Image: Someone’s Tighty-whities Disappearing In A Flash. We Were Smothering Our Giggles, But It Was Getting Harder. Coupled With The Whole “naval This, And Naval That,” With Its Undeniable Belly-button Connotations, We Were Essentially Turning Into A Sugar-jacked, Sleep-deprived Flock Of Incoherent, Silly, Recombinant-dna Goofballs. This Was Not Going To End Well.

How Could You Stop Loving Me?

I Write Larger Than Life. It's What I Do.

Larger Than Life

I Love Nudge, Nudge Is A Great Kid, But That Motormouth Of Hers Could Have Turned Mother Teresa Into An Ax Murderer.

Max?” Said The Gasman. “are Those, Um, Rats?” Lovely. “yes, Those Do Appear To Be Either Rats Or Mice On Steroids,” I Said Briskly, Trying Not To Shriek And Climb The Walls Like A Girly-girl.

Men Suck, Even Imaginary Ones

Did You Know That Wasn’t Me, The Other Max?” I Asked. “yeah.” “when?” “right Away.” “how?” I Persisted. “we Look Identical. She Even Had Identical Scars And Scratches. She Was Wearing My Clothes. How Could You Tell Us Apart?” He Turned To Me And Grinned, Making My World Brighter. “she Offered To Cook Breakfast.

Homework Is A Term That Means Grown Up Imposed Yet Self-afflicting Torture.

Tears Were Dripping Onto My Dress, But I Wasn't Making Any Sound. There Was No Sound To Express Thid Kind Of Pain. I Didn't Want To Move, Didn't Want To Do Anything. Fang Was Not Waiting For Me Out In The Living Room. Tomorrow Morning, When I Woke Up, Fang Would Still Be Gone.

What Are You Guys Doing? If You Anted Me To Take A Shower, All You Had To Do Was Pay Me Ten Bucks, Like You Usually Do

It Sucked, But It Was Way Cool At The Same Time," Gazzy Said. "i Felt Like The Blue Angels!" "yeah, Except The Blue Angels Are An Extremely Well Funded, Well Equipped, Well Trained, Well Fed, And No Doubt Squeaky-clean Group Of Crack Navy Pilots," I Said. "and We're A Bunch Of Unfunded, Unequipped, Semitrained, Not Nearly Well Fed Enough, And Filthy Mongrel Avian-human Hybrids. But Other Than That, It's Exactly The Same.

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