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

Iggy?s spine tightened, his face like ice. When he?d been at the School, they?d tried to surgically enhance his night vision. Now he was blind forever. Oops.

In case you guys didn't catch last week's episode, I'm out of the flock," I informed them. "Angel has no allegiance to me. She's wanted me gone for a long time. And in case you didn't catch all the episodes from the past year, Angel is... unbalanced." "Untrustworthy," Fang seconded. "Unpredictable," Jeb added. "Dangerous," Dylan chimed in.

It's been said that love finds you when you're ready.

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

Louisiana, the state road maintenance forgot.

My favorite books are actually very complicated - 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', 'Ulysses'.

Oh no! Don't drag us away from Antarctica and take us to the playground of the rich and famous! Not that briar patch! -Max

People always come up to me and say, 'you should do standup.' It's nice to discover things about yourself. That keeps everything lively and fun.

Half the time when brothers wrestle, it's just an excuse to hug each other.

His face flushed, and I felt like cheering. "Yes," he said stiffly. "Besides de vings." "Hmm. Besides de vings." Nudge tapped one finger against her chin. "Um..." Her face brightened. "I once ate nine Snickers bars in one sitting. Without barfing. That was a record!" "Hardly a special talent," after Borscht said witheringly. Nudge was offended. "Yeah? Let's see YOU do it." ... ... "I vill now eat nine Snickers bars," Gazzy said in a perfect, creepy imitation of ter Borscht's voice, "visout bahfing."

I did know that the book would end with a mind-boggling trial, but I didn't know exactly how it would turn out. I like a little suspense when I am writing, too.

I fell into a deep sleep tucked in that little cocoon, a deeper sleep than I might of had in years. Right up until someone kicked me and said "Gotcha!

I learnt to love reading. And then I started scribbling stories, and I liked that even more.

I offered to pee on him, but they said no.

I vill eat nine Snikuhs bahs visout bahfing.

If by 'miracle kids' you mean innocent test-tube babies whose DNA was forcibly unraveled and merged with two percent avian genes, yeah, I guess that would be us," I said. "Because it's a miracle that we're not complete nut jobs and mutant disasters.

I'll just ask now: What is it about my persona that draws every insane, power-hungry nutcase to me like a magnet?

In my office in Florida I have, I think, 30 manuscript piles around the room. Some are screenplays or comic books or graphic novels. Some are almost done. Some I'm rewriting. If I'm working with a co-writer, they'll usually write the first draft. And then I write subsequent drafts.

It's for upset stomachs,' Dylan said, trying to hide a smile. He pointed to the words in the box. 'It's to reduce gas in your digestive system, not to create more gas to make explosions.' Gazzy's face fell as Iggy said. 'Really? Gazzy take it! Take the whole box!' 'I second that emotion!' said Total.

Knowledge is valuable, but imagination is invaluable.

Love between two people can last a long time if the people love themselves some, and are ready to give love to another person.

My invite must have gotten lost in the mail," she said venomously. "But I don't mind crashing this party. -Maximum Ride talking to Max II

Oh, my God. It hit me like a tsunami then: how perfect he was for me, how he was everything I could possibly hope for, as a friend, boyfriend - maybe even more. He was it for me. There would be no more looking. I really, really loved him, with a whole new kind of love I'd never felt before, something that made every other kind of love I'd ever felt just seem washed out and wimpy in comparison. I loved him with every cell in my body, every thought in my head, every feather in my wings, every breath in my lungs. And air sacs.

People always remember the worst day of their lives. It becomes a part of them forever.

Have you been playing in toxic waste lately?

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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