Angel wanted them all to burn in h-e- double toothpicks forever.

Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.

I'm very emotional. I do feel stuff, for better or worse.

Home is wherever we all are together.

Hi, Max," she said, pushing her shades up onto her curls. "I hope your wearing sunscreen," i said, “your gonna have hella wrinkles by the time your ten.” “Want some daiquiri?” she offered, pointing at a blender. “Is it traitor flavored?” I asked.

We will destroy you,” the Flyboys droned. “You have no escape.” That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these ’droids to say? “Talk about lame,” Fang muttered.

Jeezum—humans were like eggshells.