#max

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much! ↗

— James Patterson

#love

There is one bright side to this," said Fang. Yeah? What's that?" The new and improved Erasers would mutilate us before they killed us? He grinned at me so unexpectedly I forgot to flap for a second and dropped several feet. "You looove me," he crooned smugly. Holding his arms out wide he added, "You love me this much." My shriek of appalled rage could probably be heard in California, or maybe Hawaii. ↗

— James Patterson

#max #maximum-ride #love

I love you Max,"Fang said..."God, Max I love you so much." I know. I thought. I've always known ↗

— James Patterson

#nevermore #love

He must love you very much,' Gavril said once I had my footing. I couldn't look at him. 'What makes you say that?' Gavril sighed. 'I've known Maxon since he was a child. He's never stood up to his father like that. ↗

— Kiera Cass

#gavril #love #maxon #love

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen. ↗

— François de La Rochefoucauld

#moral #philosophy #reflections #love

His smile wavers. I've been looking at him too long. 'Are you OK?' he says. I nod, take a deep breath. Then I lean over and kiss him. ↗

— Emma Pass

#happy #jenna-strong #kiss #love #max-fisher

He put the knuckles of his fist to the table, leaned toward Niles and spoke quietly, cuttingly, in his rough, gravelly voice. “Fucked her last night, man, and this morning. Five times. Five. It was like she hadn’t been touched in a decade. So fuckin’ sweet. Damn,” he taunted, his eyes locked on Niles. “You’ve had her, you gotta know, not enough money in the world’s worth that. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#max #romance #taunt #money

Music is much like fucking, but some composers can't climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#music #sex #music

De tall, dark vun--dere's nothing special about him at all," ter Borcht said dismissively of Fang, who hadn't moved since the doctor had come in. Well, he's a snappy dresser," I offered. One side of Fang's mouth quirked. ↗

— James Patterson

#sports

Fang felt a cold jolt, then dismissed it. Max wasn’t dead. He would know, somehow. He would have felt it. The world still felt the same to him; therefore, Max was still in it. ↗

— James Patterson

#maxride #sports