How could you stop loving me?

I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping.

I just wish I could walk into my Senator’s office and say, “Senator Dude, Um, we have a problem with these sicko scientists…” But then again, I don’t think we have a Senator, do we? Is there a state where mutant freaks are represented? If so, let me know.

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

I didn't know a van could go up on two wheels like that, for so long." -Nudge

"Disappear where?" You know what they say: curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.

Fang and I searched in every way we could think of and found a million institutes of one kind or another, in Manhattan and throughout New York state, but none of them seemed promising. My favorite? The Institute for Realizing Your Pet's Inner Potential. Anyone who can explain that to me, drop a line.