I'll just ask now: What is it about my persona that draws every insane, power-hungry nutcase to me like a magnet?

You know, I guess I just don't like to talk a lot about sad things. Now you know my flaw. What good does it do to talk about sad things in the past?

To be without love is to be without grace, what matters most in life. We is so much better than I.

This is my brain: O This is my brain after making out with Fang: * It's very sad.

Iggy. This is not a democracy," I said,(...)"It's a Maxocracy.

Man, you weigh a freaking ton. What have you been eating, rocks?" * Max: "Why, is your head missing some?" o Chapter 68 p. 214 + Fang carried Max while flying after she had "a stroke or something". Gazzy: "I vill now destroy de Snickuhs bahs!" ter Borcht: "Is dere anysing special about you? Anysing vorth saving?" Fang: "Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

You're children. Don't you want a home, a family?" "With, like, vitamin-fortified cereal and educational television?