James Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson

James
Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson
1947

American Author known for his novels about fictional psychologist Alex Cross

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We?ll be back!? he snarled. It was really Ari?s voice. Boy, you just can?t kill people like you used to,? said Fang

What kind of thoughtless creep would burn a book?

Why aren't crazy people content to take over, like, one town? It always has to be the whole word. They can't just control maybe twenty people. The have to control everyone. The can't just be stinking rich. The can't just do genetic experiments on a couple unlucky few. They have to put something in the water. In the air. To get everyone. I was tired of all of it.

Yes. I owed my life, Angel's life, and my mother's life to a mutant's ability to create industrial-strength snot.

You were designed to be very smart, Max,' she told me. 'We electrically stimulated your synaptic nerve endings while your brain was developing.' (The director) And yet I still can't program my DVD player,' I said." (Max)

She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.

Steve turned to us again, looking so dang enthusiastic that I wondered how much coffee he'd had this morning. "So, you kids want to be big stars, eh?" God, no!" I said spewing crumbs. "No way!" Oddly, this seemed to throw a petite wrench into the convoy.

The house was on fire," i greeted them tersely. "In case you're interested." they both glanced up overhead as if to make sure the house was still standing. Fang sniffed, smelling the smoke. It's out, right?" he said

There's a saying I remember from my grandmother: One today is worth two tomorrows.

To be without love is to be without grace, what matters most in life. We is so much better than I.

We'll all go out together when we go. Yes, we'll all go out together when we go. Oh, how the world will die From great fire in the sky. Yes, we'll all go out together when we go." (Total) Call me old fashioned but I'll take 'She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain' any day.

What test?" Asked Nudge. "Max, you're incorruptible." "Only by power." I said. "You haven't tried chocolate yet.

why can't you just get out of here and leave me alone?"i bellowed. "i can't!" dylan shouted back,his face twisted with an anger i'd never seen from him. "you can,"i said through gritted teeth."just point your wings that way and flap!

You can call me Agent Mickelson,' he told me with a smile. 'What about you? Is Max short for something? Maxine?' 'No, Dean. It's just Max.

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

She had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to.

Stop trying to write sentences and start trying to write stories.

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.

There's always be a me and you.

Total?" I called. He looked up alertly, then ran over to me, small pink tongue hanging out. Total?" I said when he was close. "Can you talk?" He flopped down on the grass, panting slightly. "Yeah. So?" Jeezum. I mean, mutant weirdos are nothing new to me, you know? But a talking dog?

Well, I don?t know. Mostly I just suck up what life throws my way, stomp on it, and then keep going. I don?t dwell much on what I am or how I got this way. It just is. I just am. I?m Max, and whatever form I take, it?s good enough for me.

What was Fang going to do BLOG about Max throwing herself into space so she wouldn't have to kiss him again? NO! Instead he smashed his fist against the cave wall then grimaced at the pain and stupidity seeing his bloodied knuckles

Why do things this beautiful make me want to cry?" I asked Michael as I leaned into him. It was an unguarded question, one I'd never have asked of Hugh. "I don't know," said Michael. "Maybe beauty, true beauty, is so overwhelming, it goes straight to our hearts. Maybe it makes us feel emotions that are locked away inside.

You can help each other, Max, said the unwelcome voice. You're perfect complements to each other. "Shut up!" I hissed under my breath, and Dylan looked startled. "I didn't say anything." Gritting my teeth, I nodded. "No, I know. It's just-" I decided to take a risk and stare him down. "I hear voices, okay? If you're gonna be here, get used to it. Or else keep your distance.

You...are...a...fridge...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

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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