He [Iggy] started reaching for things around the table, and his hand landed on Total. “You’re black.” “I prefer canine-American,” said Total.

He's gonna be fine," I confirmed. Can we see him?" Iggy asked. Ig, I hate to break it to you, but you're blind.

You're just here for the ride. For the incredible, indescribable Maximum Ride. --Max's Voice

Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.

The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is tha life actually goes on.

It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.

Right now, America looks like a fatheaded, shortsighted, gas-guzzling arrogant blowhard to the rest of the world.