Sometimes it's the little things that count most.

One does not need to lock up that which is not dangerous.

There was that half-smirk again, playing around his lips, as if he was deciding whether the situation was amusing enough to warrant a full smile.

How could you tell children they were playing with fire if they´d never had the experience of being burned?

(Beth) "I don't care anymore." I turned my face up toward Heaven. "That's not my home anymore. You are.

It's here somewhere," I assured him. "Please tell me you haven't lost it already." "We did fall out of the sky, you know," I said indignantly. "It's easy for things to go missing.

Some people really need to be taught some manners," he said disdainfully. I stared up at him. "Would you really have gotten in a fight for me?" "Of course." He didn't hesitate. "But there were four of them." "Beth, I'd take on Megatron's army to protect you." "Who?