Now that we were alone,i was self-conscious and cranky again.Why had i wanted to stay?if i had been programmed to want to be with dylan,heads were gonna roll,i promise you that.

Have you ever been to Colorado?" I frowned. "Is that one of those square ones, in the middle?

A good love story always keeps the pot boiling.

Did you know that wasn’t me, the other Max?” I asked. “Yeah.” “When?” “Right away.” “How?” I persisted. “We look identical. She even had identical scars and scratches. She was wearing my clothes. How could you tell us apart?” He turned to me and grinned, making my world brighter. “She offered to cook breakfast.

Ari felt like, Hellooo, I have wings! I turn into a wolf! Blending is out is out of the question!

guess they forgot to program us with any respect for authority." "well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.

I'm not a writer's writer. I'm not a craftsman. I could be, and that would be a one-book-a-year operation.