I'm not a writer's writer. I'm not a craftsman. I could be, and that would be a one-book-a-year operation.

But what is life if you don't live it?

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

I'm gonna barf," I whispered to Fang,wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans. You'll be fine," he whipered back. "You always are. I'm gonna die," I moaned. You can't die," he said a hint of a smile in his voice."You're the indesructible Max.

So the first thing we're gonna do," I told him, "is push you off the roof.

Sundown had bloodied the horizon over the uneven rooftops of South Boston. Birds were perched on every roof and seemed to be watching the girl walking slowly below. - Cradle and All

Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Also no. We were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where our next meal was coming from. Could we afford to feed a dog? Wait for it—no.