Knowledge is a terrible burden. It may help you, but it might also destroy you.

Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.

Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez. "Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one." I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.

I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.

What are we but our stories?

You're children. Don't you want a home, a family?" "With, like, vitamin-fortified cereal and educational television?

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?