And now I was trying to brush my hair,you know,when I thought about it,and looking at myself in mirrors,wondering if I was pretty.Pretty! A year ago,when my haair got in my eyes I hacked it off with a knife.The only thing important about my clothes was whether they were to stiff to move fast in battle. And Fang had been my best friend and an excellent fighter.

Yeah,” said Iggy. “But what now? Let’s do something fun.” I guess being on the run from bloodthirsty Erasers and insane scientists wasn’t enough fun for him. Kids today are so spoiled.

After all, Fnick is Superman," said Iggy. "Shut up, Jeff," I said, but I was smiling. I lifted Iggy's fingers to my face so that he knew.

I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping.

Dead Max was the biggest oxymoron in history.

When you go out to Hollywood, it's like, "Here's the book. It is what it is. It'll always stay the same."

If I'm writing and a chapter isn't coming, I just move ahead.