James Patterson Quotes

I gave him a kick and he stepped back onto the third rail. Exploding, flaming eraser! This is why moms tell you to stay away from the third rail, but it sure came in handy this time.

Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it “wind tossed.” If only she knew.

I shot him the bird. (Get it? I shot him the—never mind.)

It was the building from the drawing in my brain. And if you don’t think that’s a weird sentence, maybe you should reread it.

Look, I guess it's natural, you're teenagers, its springtime,everyone's thoughts are turning to birds and bees and caterpillars and moths..... - Iggy

choose now," he spat, his eyes practically shooing sparks. "me or him." gosh,Fang, you romantic fool," i said sarcastically."howw incredibly sexist pig of you.

Hollywood is a peculiar beast - people in Hollywood are nuts.

Every once in a while, I'll have a 'Do you know who I am?' moment, at least in my head. I hate that.

That'd be just what I need: a rash of car thefts across America, committed by dedicated readers.

There's a saying I remember from my grandmother: One today is worth two tomorrows.

Nudge: "I look like prep school Barbie. (looks at Max) Actually, you look like prep school Barbie. I'm just Barbie's friend.

I write larger than life. It's what I do.

I was always a good student, but I didn't read that much until I was 18 and I was working my way through college.

I think e-books are terrific in their own right. I love being able to get on a plane and basically carry around seven books and it weigh 10 ounces.

I love to tell stories. It's a delight for me.

I have a folder in my office with about 400 ideas in it. So it will take me another 40 years to get through those.

I don't think of myself as a writer.

I mean, who cares about SpongeBob SquarePants? I'm sitting here with Wolverine! -random kid talking to Ari

He [Iggy] started reaching for things around the table, and his hand landed on Total. “You’re black.” “I prefer canine-American,” said Total.

Fang: "Have you guys been playing in the toxic waste again? Been bitten by a radioactive spider? Struck by lightning? Drink a super-soldier serum?"

A good love story always keeps the pot boiling.

What happened to your tan?"--Fang "It was dirt." --Max

Okay, that so did me in. Mr. Rock being all emotional? Expressing his feelings?" p. 12

I recommend you stick to your own species, Shy Babe." p. 155

Now, Max, I think we both know your parents aren't missionaries." I opened my eyes wide. "No? Well, for God's sake, don't tell them. They'd be crushed. Thinking they're doing the Lord's work and all.

I choose you, Max. -Fang

Love hurts." Oh, shut UP!" - pg 123

Where was the catch? 'Cause I knew one was coming.

The subject for a lot of non-fiction is very emotional, but if you read it, it's the most boring, dry stuff. I wanted 'Torn Apart' to be extremely accessible and readable.

We’ll be back!” he snarled. It was really Ari’s voice. Boy, you just can’t kill people like you used to,” said Fang

I didn't think he was a robot...but I did wonder if his emotions had been designed out of him. Of course, with a guy, how could I tell? Ha ha!

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.

I hate this guy,” Ari muttered, keeping his head down “There’s a club,” I told him. “The Haters of ter Borcht Club. Have you gotten your badge yet?

What are you doing here?” [ndr prison] Selling Girl Scout cookies,” I said. “Want some? The Samoas are terrific.” (Max II to Max)

My mom had a soft heart after all! Instead of being chained by both wrists, we were only chained by one ankle! I mean, if I’d been looking for proof that she really did love me, this was it, right?

You know, when you're right, that's all you get to be.

My favorite books are actually very complicated - 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', 'Ulysses'.

Well, that's an evil smile.

It's our job - as parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles - to find books our kids are going to like.

If I'm writing and a chapter isn't coming, I just move ahead.

I vill eat nine Snikuhs bahs visout bahfing

Dr. Martinez: "I take it you don't want me to call your parent?" Max: "Uh, no." Hello, lab? May I speak to the test tube please?

You looove me. You love me this much.

My style is colloquial storytelling. It's the way we tell stories to one another - it's not writerly, it's not overdone.

A lot of times you get people writing wonderful sentences and paragraphs, and they fall in love with their prose style, but the stories really aren't that terrific.

People always come up to me and say, 'you should do standup.' It's nice to discover things about yourself. That keeps everything lively and fun.

Can I come in? No! I'm in a towel! I'm blind!

Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.

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

Sometimes he seems like a droid--or a drone. Fang of Nine. Fang2-D2.