Yes, Max, you are going to die. Just like everybody else. Thank you, Confucious.

It is my time. The time of maximum ride.

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

I mean,he decided we'd be better apart,you know?it wasn't a joint decision.like, if your gonna make a decision about me and my life without consulting me,i'd better be dying and unconscious and you'd better be following carefully written instructions.

Fang (sarcasticaly): Go pick out a tree and I'll carve our initials in it. Max: (screams and goes in the bathroom)

When I wanted information, it was silent; when I didn't want to hear from it, it got chatty. It was alost as irritating as Fang.

Time to die. -Evil Angel