I'm way hot," he muttered. "But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot." Fang

and I think that everything in life is kind of unreal, isn't it?

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!

Is it important to be right or is it important to do what's right? That's one of the hardest lessons to learn.

Okay, so, flying,” I started, taking a deep breath and focusing on the thing I loved most in the world. “Flying is … great. It feels great when you’re doing it. It’s fun. Pure freedom. There’s nothing better.” Dylan smiled, a slow, easy smile that seemed to light up his whole face. “So the first thing we’re going to do,” I told him, “is push you off the roof.

Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.

That machine took my money!' I said. 'I must have revenge!