Well, it's like I have a GPS inside me," I told them. "One of the talking ones. I tell it where I want to go, and it tells me, Go twenty miles, turn left, take Exit Ninety-fourm and so one. It can be pretty bossy, frankly. Their eyes widened. "Really?" said one. No you idiot," I said in disgust. "I don't know how it works. I just know it has an unfailing ability to point me in the opposite direction of a bunch of boneheads.

You're children. Don't you want a home, a family?" "With, like, vitamin-fortified cereal and educational television?

Who ya gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" "That phrase is ruined forever.

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

This is not a democracy," I said, understanding he fear but unable to do anything about it. "It's a Maxocracy.

Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez. "Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one." I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.

Every once in a while, I'll have a 'Do you know who I am?' moment, at least in my head. I hate that.