“He's gonna be fine," I confirmed.
Can we see him?" Iggy asked.
Ig, I hate to break it to you, but you're blind.”

“But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop moving.
It's like I got this music in my body and it's gonna be alright.'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
I shake it off, I shake it off.
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake.
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
I shake it off, I shake it off.”

“I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say "fine”

“See, you're like all the others. But don't you understand that we can't quarrel? We love each other. If I could hate him the way I hate myself, then of course I would abuse him. But neither of us deserves it. See?”

“Do you want me to tell you what I think, Yes, do, I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.”

“I really hate you sometimes."
"There's a fine line between love and hate."
I glared at him. "Dream on.”

“He's a boy, Kat. I hate to break it to you, but we are fundamentally different.”

“I'm gonna barf," I whispered to Fang, wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans.
You'll be fine," he whipered back. "You always are.
I'm gonna die," I moaned.
You can't die," he said a hint of a smile in his voice."You're the indesructible Max.”

“Should I pull on a shirt?" he asked with hint of amusement. I WILL NOT BLUSH. "No." He'd be doing the world a favor if he never wore a shirt again, but I wasn't going to tell him that part. "You're fine.”

“Speak to me."
"I hate you."
"Okay." Mad Rogan let go of me. "You're fine.”