I never had a brian till freak came along...
Matter of fact, I watch tons of tube, but I also read tons of books so I can figure out what’s true and what’s fake, which isn’t always easy. Books are like truth serum – if you don’t read, you can’t figure out what’s real.
Remembering is a great invention of the mind.
You don’t need a time machine if you know how to remember.
I think in some way it’s like that for all of us, living with the ghosts of things that used to be, or never were. We’re all of us haunted by yesterday, and we got no choice but to keep marching into our tomorrows.
It’s fun to be amazing, to be the star of the show, to have everyone watching you-even if you have to act like a pig.
I don’t have any of the answers, son. Never did. All I can do is keep asking the questions. Keep trying to make sense of why people do what they do.
I never had a brain until Freak came along and let me borrow his for awhile, and that’s the truth, the whole truth. The unvanquished truth, is how Freak would say it, and for a long time it was him who did the talking.
The future is like the moon. You never expect to go there, or think about what it might be like.
Pain is just a state of mind. You can think your way out of everything, even pain.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Do not despair, my friend. Today is theirs, but the future is ours.
I believe that we have the ability to change our lives using our imaginations. Imagination is a muscle – the more you use it, the stronger it gets.
I’m thinking maybe letting the latches burn is the right idea. Let everything burn until there’s nothing left but ashes and cool rain.
His heart was simply to big for his body.
I used to belong to a family unit, with a foster mom and dad and my little sister, Bean, but that’s over and I don’t want to talk about what happened, or how unfair it was. Not yet. The less said about that the better, because if there’s one thing I learned from Ryter it’s that you can’t always be looking backward or something will hit you from the front.
For the last week or so it’s like getting jabbed with a little needle every time I hear that word. Gram is trying to pretend how excited she is I’m finally in the eighth grade, like this is a really big deal. Which is a joke, because the only reason I got passed from seventh grade is because they figured this way the big butthead can be – quote – someone else’s problem, thank God, we’ve had quite enough of Maxwell Kane – unquote.
You could hear a mouse fart.
We’re Freak the Mighty, that’s who we are. We’re nine feet tall, in case you haven’t noticed.” That’s how it started, really, how we got to be Freak the Mighty, slaying dragons and fools and walking high above the world.
Things never look better in the morning. How could they, when nothing ever changes?