Quotes by James Patterson

The idea for Maximum Ride come from the earlier books of mine called When the Wind Blows and The Lake House, which also feature a character named Max who escapes from a quiet despicable school. Most of the similarities end there. Max and the other kids in Maximum Ride are not the same Max and kids featured in those two books. nor do Frannie and Kit play any part in Maximum Ride. I hope you enjoy the ride anyways.

We all love each other, Ange, I said impatiently, hating this whole conversation. No, not like this, she went on relentlessly. Fang loves you.......My mouth dropped open. How does she know this stuff? Forget it! No ones getting married! I hissed. Not in New Hampshire or anywhere else! Not in a box, not with a fox! Now go to sleep, before I kill you! Oh yeah, like I got any sleep after that. - pg 35

Our parents were a test tube and a turkey baster.

Itsumademo ai shiteru, Yuki. I love you forever, my daughter.

I had made a friend. My second one in fourteen years. I was on a roll

He gave me a warm smile, and I blinked, realizing he was cute. Id never really hadthe luxury of noticing cuteness or lack thereof in guys. Mostly it was the lethal/nonlethal distinction that I went with

I want to be able to see stuff, Iggy said. Like I used to, when I was little. And I want to be able to totally kick Jebs butt.

You have terminated me,” one of them said in a strange, flat voice. “But Iam one of many.”“Robots!” Iggy breathed, taking Total from Angel.“One of many, one of many, one of many,” the robot Eraser was saying. NowNudge saw the red light in its eyes, saw how they were fading and winking out.“Good!” spat the Gasman, kicking it hard. “Because we like to blow stuff up,blow stuff up, blow stuff up!

AS WE LAY THERE WE FELT LIKE WE WERE EXTENSTIONS OF EACH OTHER, LIKE OUR BODIES AND OUR HEARTS HAD TO BE TOGETHER TO MAKE ONE WHOLE PERFECT PERSON.

A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall.

Dear Max - You looked so beautiful today. Im going to remember what you looked like forever.... And I hope you remember me the same way - clean, ha-ha. Im glad our last time together was happy.But Im leaving tonight, leaving the flock, and this time its for good. I dont know if Ill ever see any of you again. The thing is, Max, that everyone is a little bit right. Added up all together, it makes this one big right.Dylans a little bit right about how my being here might be putting the rest of you in danger. The threat might have been just about Dr. Hans, but we dont know that for sure. Angel is a little bit right about how splitting up the flock will help all of us survive. And the rest of the flock is a little bit right about how when you and I are together, were focused on each other - we cant help it.The thing is, Maximum, I love you. I cant help but be focused on you when were together. If youre in the room, I want to be next to you. If youre gone, I think about you. Youre the one who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When were together, the sun is shining. When were apart, everything is in shades of gray.I hope youll forgive me someday for turning our worlds into shades of gray - at least for a while....Youre not at your best when youre focused on me. I mean, youre at your best Maxness, but not your best leaderness. I mostly need Maxness. The flock mostly needs leaderness. And Angel, if youre listening to this, it aint you, sweetie. Not yet....At least for a couple more years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he or she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that you are the best leader. Its one of the things I love about you.But the more I thought about it, the more sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, or for me, but for all of us together, our flock.Please dont try to find me. This is the hardest thing Ive ever done in my life, besides wearing that suit today, and seeing you again will only make it harder. Youd ask me to come back, and I would, because I cant say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and Id end up leaving again, and then wed have to go through this all over again.Please make us only go through this once....I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when youre sleeping. I love your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesnt 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 theyre cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me....Youre the best warrior I know, the best leader. Youre the most comforting mom weve ever had. Youre the biggest goofball, the worst driver, and a truly lousy cook. Youve kept us safe and provided for us, in good times and bad. Youre my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen, with wings or without....Tell you what, sweetie: If in twenty years we havent expired yet, and the world is still more or less in one piece, Ill meet you at the top of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. You know the one. Twenty years from today, if Im alive, Ill be there, waiting for you. You can bet on it.Good-bye, my love.FangP.S. Tell everyone I sure will miss them

Every other person in the world would have looked at it and thought, Max would hate this. It was girly. It was beautiful. It wasnt 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.

YOU COULD LOCK the Gasman in a padded cell with some dental floss and a bowl of Jell-O, and hed find a way to make something to explode.

I’m not comfortable in this stadium,” I explained, trying to look calm.“I know. And you hate Fang looking at those girls. But we’re still havingfun, and Fang still loves you, and you’ll still save the world. Okay?

Max.God, but she was stubborn. And tough. And closed in. Closed off. Except whenshe was holding Angel, or ruffling the Gasman’s hair, or pushing somethingcloser to Iggy’s hand so he could find it easily without knowing anyone hadhelped him. Or when she was trying to untangle Nudge’s mane of hair.Or-sometimes-when she was looking at Fang.He shifted on the hard ground, a half-dozen flashes of memory cyclingthrough his brain. Max looking at him and laughing. Max leaping off a cliff,snapping out her wings, flying off, so incredibly powerful and graceful thatit took his breath away.Max punching someone’s lights out, her face like stone.Max kissing that weiner Sam on Anne’s front porch.Gritting his teeth, Fang rolled onto his side.Max kissing him on the beach, after Ari had kicked Fang’s butt.Just now, her mouth soft under his.He wished she were here, if not next to him, then somewhere in the cave, sohe could hear her breathing.It was going to be hard to sleep without that tonight.

There you have it: our lives in a nutshell. Emphasis on nut.

Were famous iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him.Sos Swine Flu Fang whispered back.

I never miss a good chance to shut up

Ari smiled. The sun was shining, the weather was great, he was eating ice cream, and all his dreams were about to come true.

You...are...a...fridge...with wings, Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. Were...freaking...ballet...dancers.