Quotes from James Patterson

Is this a movie?' I heard someone ask. Naw- this is too original for Hollywood. They do sequels.

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?

Nudge threw her arms around my neck. 'I love you Max! I love all of us too!' Yeah, me too,' Said the Gasman. 'I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together.

Fang and I searched in every way we could think of and found a million institutes of one kind or another, in Manhattan and throughout New York state, but none of them seemed promising. My favorite? The Institute for Realizing Your Pet's Inner Potential. Anyone who can explain that to me, drop a line.

Just because life is hard, and always ends in a bad way, doesn't mean that all stories have to, even if that's what they tell us in school and in the New York Times Review. In fact, it's a good thing that stories are as different as we are, one from another.

Jeb: I wish I could explain what I'd give just to see you smile again. Max (thinking): How about your head on a stick?

And Max, I've put some scraps in a bowl for your dog, Mom said. It's on the floor, by the back door. The flock and I went still. Uh-oh, I thought. Total stomped up to me, his glare accusing. A bowl on the floor! he seethed. Why don't you just chain me to a stake in the yard and throw me a bone!

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 stared at her in amazement. How do you even live with yourself?...You're willing to sell children to a foreign government so they can be used as weapons, possibly against other Americans. I don't get it. Were you hiding behind a door on morals and ethics day?...You couldn't mother someone if they shot five gallons of estrogen into your veins.

I'm a freaking princess when it comes to other people's feelings. Yo dogbreath, get your paws of the everglades. -Max

Oh great. Yoda captured us.

Ari smiled. The sun was shining, the weather was great, he was eating ice cream, and all his dreams were about to come true.

Fang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.

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.

When did they start coming after you?" "Was it—was it after the oil- slick Hummer crash?" the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash? Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. "Or maybe it was more---after the bomb," the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. "I think it was the bomb," Iggy agreed. "That definitely seemed to tick them off." "Bomb?" I asked incredulously.

I choose you, Max. -Fang

Okay, that so did me in. Mr. Rock being all emotional? Expressing his feelings? p. 12

Yes. I owed my life, Angel's life, and my mother's life to a mutant's ability to create industrial-strength snot.

do you ever have dirty thoughts about spongebob?

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.

Steve turned to us again, looking so dang enthusastic that I wondered how much coffee he'd had this morning. So, you kids want to be big stars, eh? God, no! I said spewing crumbs. No way! Oddly, this seemed to throw a petite wrench into the convo.

you're a diabolical little pyro, aren't you? He blushed modestly.

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.

The next morning-at least, I assumed it was morning, since we were all waking up- I felt like one of those twelve dancing princesses, who danced all night, wore holes in their shoes, and had to sleep it off the next day. Except, oh yeah: a)I'm not a princess; b)sleeping in a subway tunnel and having another brain attack aren't that much like dancing all night; and c) my combat boots were still in good shape. Other than that, it was exactly the same.