"Man, you weigh a freaking ton," he told me. "What've you been eating, rocks?" "Why, is your head missing some?" I croaked. His mouth almost quirked in a smile, and that's when I knew how upset he'd been"
"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."
"I didn't know a van could go up on two wheels like that, for so long." -Nudge"
"Iggy. This is not a democracy," I said,(...)"It'sa Maxocracy."
"Dear God," said Nudge under her breath, "I want real parents. But I want them to want me too. I wantthem to love me. I already love them. Please see what you can do. Thanks very much. Love, Nudge."Okay, so I'm not saying we were pros at this or anything. (Max thoughts)"
"Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It's a grain. It's like, like, grits, but with high self-esteem."
"Some people just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie."
"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 Jeb's butt."
"Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?"