Quotes from James Patterson

I love this idea of expanding the game universe. It has been limited. I guess probably because the genre was so successful, and the people who were creating those games made so much money at it they just had no desire to sort of open it up.

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.

A friend of mine once defined love as finding someone you can talk to late into the night

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.

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.

Tell me again what we're doing here, I said, running a continuous scan of our surroundings. Fang popped some Cracker Jack into his mouth. We're here to watch manly men do manly things. I followed Fang's line of sight: He was watching the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, who were not doing manly things, by any stretch of the imagination.

You were designed to be very smart, Max,' she told me. 'We electrically stimulated your synaptic nerve endings while your brain was developing.' (The director) And yet I still can't program my DVD player,' I said. (Max)

You don't speak much, do you? ter Borcht said, circling him slowly. Fittingly, Fang said nothing. Vhy do you let a girl be de leader? ter Borcht asked, a calculating look in his eye. She's the tough one, Fang said. Dang right, I thought proudly. Is dere anysing special about you? asked ter Borcht. Anysing vorth saving? Fang pretended to think, gazing up at the ceiling. Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

De tall, dark vun--dere's nothing special about him at all, ter Borcht said dismissively of Fang, who hadn't moved since the doctor had come in. Well, he's a snappy dresser, I offered. One side of Fang's mouth quirked.

Fang: There is one bright side to this. Max: Yeah? What's that? The new and improved Erasers would mutilate us before they killed us? Fang: *grins* You looove me. (holds out arms) You love me this much. Max: My shriek of appalled rage would probably be heard in California, or maybe Hawaii.

They [Erasers] were bad fliers, Angel chimed in, And in their minds, they weren't all kill the mutants, like they usually are. They were like, remember to flap!

Nudge: I look like prep school Barbie. (looks at Max) Actually, you look like prep school Barbie. I'm just Barbie's friend.

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?

I vill eat nine Snikuhs bahs visout bahfing

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.

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?

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?

I don't damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.

I hate this guy," Ari muttered, keeping his head down "There's a club," I told him. "The Haters of ter Borcht Club. Have you gotten your badge yet?

Pick a tree. I'll carve our initials into it. -Fang

What are you doing here?" [ndr prison] Selling Girl Scout cookies," I said. "Want some? The Samoas are terrific." (Max II to Max)

My mom had a soft heart after all! Instead of being chained by both wrists, we were only chained by one ankle! I mean, if I'd been looking for proof that she really did love me, this was it, right?

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

I'm not Stubborn; I'm right!