“This was the weird, scary stuff Denny and Mitch lived for. Every afternoon, they would gather up their papers to sell and hoof it over to the library to check the District Department of Transportation (DDOT) website for wherever rush-hour traffic was at its worst. Logjams were their meat.”

“You have terminated me,” one of them said in a strange, flat voice. “But Iam one of many.”“Robots!” Iggy breathed, taking Total from Angel.“One of many, one of many, one of many,” the robot Eraser was saying. NowNudge saw the red light in its eyes, saw how they were fading and winking out.“Good!” spat the Gasman, kicking it hard. “Because we like to blow stuff up,blow stuff up, blow stuff up!”

“Every other person in the world would have looked at it and thought, Max would hate this. It was girly. It was beautiful. It wasn't made of titanium and black leather with spikes on it. But it seemed exactly right, in a weird, heart-fluttery kind of way. And I really loved it.”

“What are they teaching these thugs?-Why are there so many of them?-What is the Institute for Higher Aeronautics?-How many of the are there? There are only six of us! Why?-Why is DC public transportation so weird?-Why don't we mug those Eraser goons for money more often?-Fang's Blog”

“You really are a scary man,no really! If I had boots I would be quaking in them.”

“It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.”

“Bad stuff happens.Sometimes it makes no sense at all. Sometimes its unfair.Sometimes, it just plain sucks.Bad stuff happens sometimes.Always remember that, but remember that you have to move on somehow. You just pick your head up and stare at something beautiful like the sky, or the ocean, and you move the hell on.”