They come in all shapes and sizes, all races and creeds and genders. That’s the scariest thing of all.
If we had directions, it wouldn’t be life. It would be an assignment. Grunt work.
Wasn’t this great?” Nudge asked excitedly. “I can’t believe we’re in the White House! I want to be president someday.” “I’ll be vice president,” the Gasman offered. “You guys would be great,” I said politely. Yes, they could run on the Mutant Party ticket, with a freak-of-nature platform. No prob. I’m sure America is ready for that.
Which means what?” I demanded. “That I’m nothing? That I’m not a person? That you can do anything you want to me and it’s okay? You’re so full of it! But you’re wrong. I know that I do matter. I am important. And you’re a pathetic, cold, pointless wastoid who’s going to grow old alone and die, then roast in limbo forever.
A lot healthier than getting socked in the stomach. Especially if you had a big breakfast.
Keep your small mind open,” said Nana, wagging a crooked pinkie finger at Jannie. “That’s if you ever want it to grow bigger and don’t want to remain a small person all your life.
It was so cold outside that a lawyer would have his hands in his own pockets.
I wanted an endless summer with you. But then darkness always comes doesn’t it? Just a fact of life, i guess.
I called for back up,” Nudge said. “The police, fire department, paramedics, and a few different pizza delivery places are all on their way.
Basically, if you put a fence around New York City, you’d have the world’s biggest nontraveling circus.
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? “Why didn’t you mention this before?” I asked him. “It’s not like I lied about it,” said Total, reaching up with a hind leg to scratch behind one ear. “Between you and me, I’m still trying to get used to the whole flying-kid thing.
Congratulations. The fact that you’re reading this means you’ve taken one giant step closer to surviving till your next birthday. Yes, you, standing there leafing through these pages. Do not put this book down. I’m dead serious – your life could depend on it.
Disney World. You’ve probably been. I’m assuming that most of America has been there, because you all seemed to be there the day that we went. All of you at the same time.
I loved laughing with him, loved that he could make me laugh.
Okay, smartyboots, how about if you’re flying at eighteen thousand feet at, say, a hundred and forty miles an hour,” I said. “You’re facing a southwest wind of about seven knots. How long would it take you to fly from Philadelphia to Billings, Montana?” Omega frowned as he started to work the math. “Are you saying you know how to make that calculation?” the Director asked. “I’m saying I’m smart enough to know that I’ll get there when I get there!” I.
Everything wanting to contribute to my ulcer, Get in line and take a number!
There comes a point in everybody’s life when you realize the stakes have suddenly changed. The carefree ride of your life slams into a stone wall; all those years of merely bouncing along, life taking you where you want to go, abruptly end.
If I could run the world, I’d find another way to treat most of these criminals – most of them, not all of them – but we find widespread solutions to widespread problems in this country, so we just build big prisons and stick everyone inside them and, for the most part, forget about them once they’re gone. Noah.
And no southern jokes, please. Ick.
Across from the famous jewelry store on Fifth Avenue at Fifty-Seventh Street, we sat in the back of a graffiti-covered white box truck watching the world go by on the surveillance vehicle’s hidden high-def camera. So far there had been no sign of the thieves. Or even Audrey Hepburn.