Part 5 The Voice- Make that my voice

Pain is a message, and you can choose to ignore that message.

I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck.” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?

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

Be calm. Be Zen. You are Buddha.

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

When did they start coming after you?” “Was it—was it after the oil- slick Hummer crash?” the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash? Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. “Or maybe it was more---after the bomb,” the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. “I think it was the bomb,” Iggy agreed. “That definitely seemed to tick them off.” “Bomb?” I asked incredulously.