Later," Fang said to Ella and Dr. Martinez in that gushy, hyperemotional, overdramatic way he has.

Don’t be afraid.” “I hear voices,” Iggy said. “Be very afraid.

Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.

Do we have any chlorine? It seems to be kind of explosive when mixed with other stuff." "Like what, your socks? No, we don't have chlorine. No swimming pool.

Hi, Max," she said, pushing her shades up onto her curls. "I hope your wearing sunscreen," i said, “your gonna have hella wrinkles by the time your ten.” “Want some daiquiri?” she offered, pointing at a blender. “Is it traitor flavored?” I asked.

You love him so much it feels like you can't go on without him. You feel like you might die without him.

Every other person in the world would have looked at it and thought, Max would hate this. It was girly. It was beautiful. It wasn't made of titanium and black leather with spikes on it. But it seemed exactly right, in a weird, heart-fluttery kind of way. And I really loved it.