Yes," I said. "My name is seven-five-nine-nine-three-nine-ex-dash-one. Junior.

Nudge threw her arms around my neck. 'I love you Max! I love all of us too!' Yeah, me too,' Said the Gasman. 'I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together.

...Drifting downstream in a row boat doesn't count against your life span.

It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book.

The act of laughing releases some nice chemical into your brain, you feel good and it's free.

Jeezum—humans were like eggshells.

I didn't know a van could go up on two wheels like that, for so long." -Nudge