Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.
We probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.
I still felt like I might hurl, and I thought about how awful that would be in midair.
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.
Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it “wind tossed.” If only she knew.
Is it important to be right or is it important to do what’s right? That’s one of the hardest lessons to learn.
Jeezum – humans were like eggshells.
Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat – like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.
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.
Fang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.
Angel wanted them all to burn in h-e- double toothpicks forever.
The hardest mysteries to solve are the ones you come to near the end, because there isn’t enough evidence, not enough to unravel, unless somehow you can go all the way back to the beginning – rewind and replay everything.
There’s always be a me and you.
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.
Our parents were a test tube and a turkey baster.
Do you like to eat things? -I love eating. I list it as a hobby.
Fang. I had to do some thinking about him. Me. I had some thinking to do about me too.
I gave him a kick and he stepped back onto the third rail. Exploding, flaming eraser! This is why moms tell you to stay away from the third rail, but it sure came in handy this time.
Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Also no. We were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where our next meal was coming from. Could we afford to feed a dog? Wait for it – no.
Yes, Max, you are going to die. Just like everybody else. Thank you, Confucious.