I took a bite of cookie and chewed. “Hmmm,” I said, trying not to spit crumbs. “Clear vanilla notes, too-sweet chocolate chips,… — James Patterson Copy Share Image
You have a memory chip that small implanted in you,” he verified. I nodded, guessing this was somewhat worse than having cooties. — James Patterson Copy Share Image
It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other. — James Patterson Copy Share
“The next forty-five minutes in that office was about as much fun as a day at Disney World—when it’s pouring rain. And all there… — James Patterson Copy Share
As we go through this transition where a lot more people will be reading on devices, nobody is paying enough attention to make sure… — James Patterson Copy Share
Max—you have a bigger mission than finding the flock's parents. Focus on helping the whole world, not just your friends. I held my wings… — James Patterson Copy Share
You're lying through your fangs," Iggy accused. Fang tried to play innocent--but "innocent Fang" is an oxymoron, so it didn't work. — James Patterson Copy Share
There are reasons people seek escape in books, and one of those reasons is that the boundary of what can happen is beyond what… — James Patterson Copy Share
I get up every morning and chop wood, and I pretty much do it seven days a week, and I like to do it.… — James Patterson Copy Share
Witihin seconds the headhunter had lost control of his car and it squealed, sliding sideways right into several other cars. Cool!' said the Gasman. — James Patterson Copy Share
“It was scary. More than Sara could possibly know. More than anybody ought to know, or ever would. History wasn't for the general public--it… — James Patterson Copy Share
Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Also no. We were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where… — James Patterson Copy Share
I'm a girl who has been tamping down her emotions and keeping them tightly guarded her whole life. And that works really well for… — James Patterson Copy Share
When my son, Jack, was four, I had to make a trip to Los Angeles. I asked him if he was going to miss… — James Patterson Copy Share
