"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."

We're famous" iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him. "So's Swine Flu" Fang whispered back.

I don't believe in making war with food. Food is not the enemy. Said by Claire in The 5th Horseman

Unfortunately, every time someone said “debriefing,” the entire flock had one image: someone’s tighty-whities disappearing in a flash. We were smothering our giggles, but it was getting harder. Coupled with the whole “naval this, and naval that,” with its undeniable belly-button connotations, we were essentially turning into a sugar-jacked, sleep-deprived flock of incoherent, silly, recombinant-DNA goofballs. This was not going to end well.

I led the way toward the crowd, trying to look casual, like, Fly? Me? Nah.

She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.

That's more than three questions, Max. And sometimes whether someone is your friend or enemy is all in how you look at it. But if you must know, I consider myself your friend, a good friend who loves you very much. No one loves you more than I do, Maximum. Now listen. I ask the questions, not you. You're just here... for the ride. For the incredible, indescribable Maximum Ride.