Oh, my God. It hit me like a tsunami then: how perfect he was for me, how he was everything I could possibly hope for, as a friend, boyfriend - maybe even more. He was it for me. There would be no more looking. I really, really loved him, with a whole new kind of love I'd never felt before, something that made every other kind of love I'd ever felt just seem washed out and wimpy in comparison. I loved him with every cell in my body, every thought in my head, every feather in my wings, every breath in my lungs. And air sacs.

There's nothing more annoying than cold logic and reason when you've got a good fit going.

My favorite books are actually very complicated - 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', 'Ulysses'.

I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck.” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?

I'm a freaking princess when it comes to other people's feelings. Yo dogbreath, get your paws of the everglades. -Max

It was the building from the drawing in my brain. And if you don’t think that’s a weird sentence, maybe you should reread it.

My thing is when we're doing a movie or TV show, I just want to go in and look at it and go, "That was great."