“From Jess:FANG. I've commented your blog with my questions for THREE YEARS. You answer other people's STUPID questions but not MINE. YOU REALLY ASKED FOR IT, BUDDY. I'm just gonna comment with this until you answer at least one of my questions. DO YOU HAVE A JAMAICAN ACCENT? No, MonDO YOU MOLT? Gross.WHAT'S YOUR STAR SIGN? Dont know. "Angel what's my star sign?" She says Scorpio.HAVE YOU TOLD JEB I LOVE HIM YET? No.DOES NOT HAVING A POWER MAKE YOU ANGRY? Well, that's not really true...DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DO THE SOULJA BOY? Can you see me doing the Soulja Boy?DOES IGGY KNOW HOW TO DO THE SOULJA BOY? Gazzy does.DO YOU USE HAIR PRODUCTS? No. Again,no.DO YOU USE PRODUCTS ON YOUR FEATHERS? I don't know that they make bird kid feather products yet. WHAT'S YOU FAVORITE MOVIE? There are a bunchWHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SONG? I don't have favorites. They're too polarizing.WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SMELL? Max, when she showers.DO THESE QUESTIONS MAKE YOU ANGRY? Not really. IF I CAME UP TO YOU IN A STREET AND HUGGED YOU, WOULD YOU KILL ME? You might get kicked. But I'm used to people wanting me dead, so. DO YOU SECRETLY WANT TO BE HUGGED? Doesn't everybody?ARE YOU GOING EMO 'CAUSE ANGEL IS STEALING EVERYONE'S POWERS (INCLUDING YOURS)? Not the emo thing again. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Anything hot and delicious and brought to me by Iggy.WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST THIS MORNING? Three eggs, over easy. Bacon. More Bacon. Toast.DID YOU EVEN HAVE BREAKFAST THIS MORNING? See above.DID YOU DIE INSIDE WHEN MAX CHOSE ARI OVER YOU? Dudes don't die inside. DO YOU LIKE MAX? Duh.DO YOU LIKE ME? I think you're funny.DOES IGGY LIKE ME? SureDO YOU WRITE DEPRESSING POETRY? No.IS IT ABOUT MAX? Ahh. No.IS IT ABOUT ARI? Why do you assume I write depressing poetry?IS IT ABOUT JEB? Ahh.ARE YOU GOING TO BLOCK THIS COMMENT? Clearly, no.WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? A Dirty Projectors T-shirt. Jeans.DO YOU WEAR BOXERS OR BRIEFS? No freaking comment.DO YOU FIND THIS COMMENT PERSONAL? Could I not find that comment personal?DO YOU WEAR SUNGLASSES? Yes, cheap ones.DO YOU WEAR YOUR SUNGLASSES AT NIGHT? That would make it hard to see.DO YOU SMOKE APPLES, LIKE US? Huh?DO YOU PREFER BLONDES OR BRUNETTES? Whatever.DO YOU LIKE VAMPIRES OR WEREWOLVES? Fanged creatures rock.ARE YOU GAY AND JUST PRETENDING TO BE STRAIGHT BY KISSING LISSA? Uhh...WERE YOU EXPERIMENING WITH YOUR SEXUALITY? Uhh...WOULD YOU TELL US IF YOU WERE GAY? Yes.DO YOU SECRETLY LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE CALL YOU EMO? No.ARE YOU EMO? Whatever.DO YOU LIKE EGGS? Yes. I had them for breakfast.DO YOU LIKE EATING THINGS? I love eating. I list it as a hobby.DO YOU SECRETLY THINK YOU'RE THE SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD? Do you secretly think I'm the sexiest person in the whole world?DO YOU EVER HAVE DIRTY THOUGHTS ABOUT MAX? Eeek!HAS ENGEL EVER READ YOUR MIND WHEN YOU WERE HAVING DIRTY THOUGHT ABOUT MAX AND GONE "OMG" AND YOU WERE LIKE "D:"? hahahahahahahahahahahDO YOU LIKE SPONGEBOB? He's okay, I guess.DO YOU EVER HAVE DIRTY THOUGHT ABOUT SPONGEBOB? Definitely CAN YOU COOK? Iggy cooks.DO YOU LIKE TO COOK? I like to eat.ARE YOU, LIKE, A HOUSEWIFE? How on earth could I be like a housewife?DO YOU SECRETLY HAVE INNER TURMOIL?Isn't it obvious?DO YOU WANT TO BE UNDA DA SEA? I'm unda da stars.DO YOU THINK IT'S NOT TOO LATE, IT'S NEVER TOO LATE? Sure.WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO PLAY POKER? TV.DO YOU HAVE A GOOD POKER FACE? Totally.OF COURSE YOU HAVE A GOOD POKER FACE. DOES IGGY HAVE A GOOD POKER FACE? Yes.CAN HE EVEN PLAY POKER? Iggy beats me sometimes.DO YOU LIKE POKING PEOPLE HARD? Not really.ARE YOU FANGALICIOUS? I could never be as fangalicious as you'd want me to be.Fly on, Fang”

“It never works out! *kicks rock, it hits a window, sirens go off*(iggy) Uh oh.(max) Up and away guys! Come on iggy, we gotta go.(iggy) No. *sits down*(max) Iggy, come on!(iggy) No! It's different for you, you don't know what it's like, Yeah I make jokes- I'm the blind kid, but don't you see? Every time we move I'm lost all over again, you guys- It's much easier for you. Even your lost isn't as bad as my lost. You know*sirens coming closer*(max) Ig, i know it's hard, but if you think I'm going to let you give up on us now, you've got another think coming. Yes, you're a blind mutant freak, but you're my blind mutant freak, and you're coming with me, now, you're coming with us right now, or I swear I will kick your skinny white ass from here to the middle of next week. *Iggy raises his head lights flashing telling max that he cops were almost on top of them* (max) Iggy, I need you, I love you. I need all of you, all five of you, to fell whole myself. Now get up, before I kill you." *Iggy stands* "Well, when you put it that way..." *max smiles* come on ig*they fly off*”

“I want to do it too!" (sitting motionless)Nudge: "Nope, you stand out like a fart in a church."Max: (muttering) "Appropriately enough."Iggy: "What about me?" (stands still)Max: "No, you're visible."Iggy: "Am not!"Max: (throws a pinecone at him) "Could I do that if I wouldn't see you?”

“.... I may need you to accompany me to functions, and I want you dressed well. I'm sure your salary, when you do get a job, won't cover the kind of clothes I'd like you to wear.""I don't have to wear them when I'm not with you?""No.""Okay." Think of them as uniform.”

“I was thinking about attraction. I have this theory on it. On love." She wouldn't look at me.I swallowed, but managed, "This ought to be good."Nuala shot me a hard look. "Shut up. I don't think love has anything to do with how the other person is. I mean, maybe a little. I think what really matters is you yourself. Like, you know, let's say you lo- really liked a self-involved ass. That doesn't matter. What matters is how that ass makes you feel. If you feel like the best person in the world when you're with him, that's what makes you like him. It really isn't about how nice a person he is at all."I ran my tongue over my bottom lip. "I like it. It's like the selfish person's guide to love. It's not you, baby, it's me I'm in love with.”

“Max: "Okay guys, I had a couple thoughts I wanted to go over with you."Iggy: (pretends to snore loudy)Max: (throws another pinecone at him)Iggy: "Quit throwing things at me!"Max: "Glad you could join us.”

“Dear Max - You looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what you looked like forever.... And I hope you remember me the same way - clean, ha-ha. I'm glad our last time together was happy.But I'm leaving tonight, leaving the flock, and this time it's for good. I don't know if I'll 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.Dylan's 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 don't 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, we're focused on each other - we can't help it.The thing is, Maximum, I love you. I can't help but be focused on you when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be next to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're the one who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When we're together, the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray.I hope you'll forgive me someday for turning our worlds into shades of gray - at least for a while....You're not at your best when you're focused on me. I mean, you're at your best Maxness, but not your best leaderness. I mostly need Maxness. The flock mostly needs leaderness. And Angel, if you're listening to this, it ain't 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. It's 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 don't try to find me. This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, besides wearing that suit today, and seeing you again will only make it harder. You'd ask me to come back, and I would, because I can't say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and I'd end up leaving again, and then we'd 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 you're sleeping. I love your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't 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 they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me....You're the best warrior I know, the best leader. You're the most comforting mom we've ever had. You're the biggest goofball, the worst driver, and a truly lousy cook. You've kept us safe and provided for us, in good times and bad. You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with wings or without....Tell you what, sweetie: If in twenty years we haven't expired yet, and the world is still more or less in one piece, I'll 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 I'm alive, I'll be there, waiting for you. You can bet on it.Good-bye, my love.FangP.S. Tell everyone I sure will miss them”