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.

Gazzy: "Captain, like the captain of a ship. And then Terror, you know, T-E-R-O-R.

My invite must have gotten lost in the mail," she said venomously. "But I don't mind crashing this party. -Maximum Ride talking to Max II

Angel: What's sauerkraut? Max: You don't want it. Trust me.

Awwww, lame, we're not going to disneyworld. (said by the amazing talking dog, Total)

Is dere anysing special about you? Anysing vorth saving?" Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

It sucked, but it was way cool at the same time," Gazzy said. "I felt like the Blue Angels!" "Yeah, except the blue Angels are an extremely well funded, well equipped, well trained, well fed, and no doubt squeaky-clean group of crack navy pilots," I said. "And we're a bunch of unfunded, unequipped, semitrained, not nearly well fed enough, and filthy mongrel avian-human hybrids. But other than that, it's exactly the same.