Half the time when brothers wrestle, it's just an excuse to hug each other.

Have you been playing in toxic waste lately?

Honesty is always good, except when it's better to lie.

Listen, street punk. You're a guy, and you're a couple inches taller, and maybe forty pounds heavier, and ooh, you're in a gang. But I've survived ten years of Catholic school, and I will cut you off at your knees without a blink. Do you understand?

I hung my head, and I felt someone, Fang, gather me gently to him. My cheek rested on his shoulder, and my silent tears soaked his torn shirt.He felt warm and strong and heartbreakingly familiar. And at that moment, not a single thing in my life was certain, strong, or whole. Nothing. Least of all Fang.

It’s, like, a safety bomb.” -Iggy

Angel: What's sauerkraut? Max: You don't want it. Trust me.