When are you going to trust me Max?" asked Fang. "When I go completely bonkers," I laughed.

Glaring at the Gasman, ter Borcht said, “Your time is coming to an end, you pathetic failure of an experiment. Vhat you say now is how you vill be remembered.” Gazzy’s blue eyes flashed. “Then you can remember me telling you to kiss my-” “Enough!” ter Borcht said.

I wouldn’t trust you if you were the last life raft leaving the Titanic.”-max

Sometimes a happy delusion is better than grim reality.

I hung my head, and I felt someone, Fang, gather me gently to him. My cheek rested on his shoulder, and my silent tears soaked his torn shirt.He felt warm and strong and heartbreakingly familiar. And at that moment, not a single thing in my life was certain, strong, or whole. Nothing. Least of all Fang.

You looove me. You love me this much.

i play a mean harmonica