James Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson

James
Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson
1947

American Author known for his novels about fictional psychologist Alex Cross

Author Quotes

Right there, in front of everyone, I threw my arms around his neck and mashed my mouth against his. He was startled for a second, then his strong arms wrapped around me so tightly I could hardly breathe. "ZOMG," I heard Nudge whisper.

Sometimes being a leader isn?t about winning. Sometimes it?s about doing what?s right, instead of what?s powerful.

The hardest mysteries to solve are the ones you come to near the end, because there isn't enough evidence, not enough to unravel, unless somehow you can go all the way back to the beginning - rewind and replay everything.

Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time. What are we but our stories?

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

We went back to the weird Institute building. At night there was a lot more activity. Erasers coming in non-stop. Nice cars, nice clothes, nice smug faces (that I wanted to smash!). -Fang's Blog

What I'm really addicted to is getting people to understand that if their kids aren't competent readers coming out of middle school, it's really going to be hard for them in high school.

While carefully synchronizing our wings-they almost touched-Fang leaned in, gently put one hand behind my neck and kissed me. It was just about close to heaven i'll ever get, I guess. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely ,utterly trusted.

Yes, Max, you are going to die. Just like everybody else. Thank you, Confucious.

You see, one of the best things about reading is that you'll always have something to think about when you're not reading.

Save your world. Love it. Protect it, and respect it and don't let haters represent it. Don't leave the saving to anyone else, ever, because, exhibit A - why, hello there - it's way too much for one person. And if you want to skip out on the responsibility train, my whole life - and death - will have been in vain. It's yours. It's all yours for taking! You're not going to waste it now, are you?

Sometimes he seems like a droid--or a drone. Fang of Nine. Fang2-D2.

The hardest part about parenting is when I have to be The Dad--aka the Fun-Sucker--as opposed to being a friend.

There are terrific models for success with reluctant readers, but many school systems and state governments need to set aside their 'not invented here' and 'we have more important problems than education' attitudes.

Time for bed.? I held my fist out. One by one, my flock stacked theirs on top, and then we headed up into the trees to sleep the sleep of the innocent. Well, okay, maybe not so innocent. But the sleep of the much less guilty than others, for sure.

We will destroy you,? the Flyboys droned. ?You have no escape.? That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these ?droids to say? ?Talk about lame,? Fang muttered.

What Is Life, Ifs

Who, last time I'd checked, was still on our official archenemy list. (Yes, we have to keep a list. It's kind of sad.)

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

You stand out like a fart in a church.

Seize what's been handed you. Make smart decisions. Make decisions because life is a temporary situation.

Sometimes when you're at your most certain, that's when everything you know is wrong.

The hardest part about parenting is when I have to be The Dad--aka the Fun-Sucker--as opposed to being a friend.

There was something I needed to say. ?Sorry. About before.? Fang shot a sideways glance at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable, as always. He looked back out at the water. I didn?t expect any more acknowledgment than that. Fang never- ?You almost gave me a heart attack,? he said quietly. ?When I saw you, and all that blood . . .? He threw a small rock as hard as he could down the beach. ?I?m sorry.? ?Don?t do it again,? he said. I swallowed hard. ?I won?t.? Something changed right then, but I didn?t know what.

Time to die. -Evil Angel

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First Name
James
Last Name
Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson
Birth Date
1947
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American Author known for his novels about fictional psychologist Alex Cross