You don't get it? He poisonded me! He poisonded me, and you're next. I'm going to die. We're all going to die." -Seth

That was cool.' You're psychotic.

The baby dove into the room, transforming grotesquely as it landed on the floorin a deft sumersault

Ew, sicko. I was practicing Edomic." "Sure you were," Jason said. "You're just too embarrassed to admit you were playing hide-and-seek all alone. Rachel hiding, nobody seeking.

The only thing that would make her jealous would be if I led a parade riding a unicorn while ballerinas sang love songs.

....there is a difference between hearing and listening. You can't always help what you hear. But you can control what holds your interest, what you choose to dwell on.

Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field. Only a few steps behind, Doren went airborne and slammed into the heavyset satyr. Together they pitched violently forward into the grass, staining their skin green.