We're famous" Iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him." So's Swine Flu" Fang whispered back.

— James Patterson

We want Max to... breed. To produce heirs. Who will govern the world after she dies." Dead silence for quite some time. We all stared at Dr. Hans, our jaws dropped to various levels. Our lives had reached a new low of inhumanity. My face flushed. Part of me had assumed, hoped, that if Fang and I lived long enough, we would get married. Maybe have a little flock of our own. But I really hadn't planned it all out. And he was gone now, anyway. How could I possibly ever find someone... My eyes scanned Dylan's face, I saw his discomfort." Oh, no," I said in horror." Yes," Angel confirmed. "Freaking unbelievable.

— James Patterson

What happened to your tan?"--Fang"It was dirt." --Max

— James Patterson

What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and world destruction?

— James Patterson

Who, last time I'd checked, was still on our official archenemy list. (Yes, we have to keep a list. It's kind of sad.)

— James Patterson

Write about us,” Robinson urged. “Tell our story.” And I did it; I told our story. You hold it in your hands.

— James Patterson

Write the story. Don't write sentences.

— James Patterson

Yeah, and so Max and Dylan are supposed to, like, go to Germany and have kids together," I heard Jazzy say. My eyes popped open and I bolted upright." What?" Fang said, his voice icy." Gazzy!" I yelled. Wide blue eyes looked at me in surprise, then back at Fang's stoic face. "Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?" Jazzy asked.

— James Patterson

Yes, Max, you are going to die. Just like everybody else. Thank you, Confucius.

— James Patterson

You...are...a...fridge...with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. 'We're...freaking...ballet...dancers.

— James Patterson