About chocolate: "This is what laughing tastes like.

Oh, I'm sure we could talk them into letting us in for nothing," Marco said. "Just tell them we're Animorphs." "Tell them we're what?" Rachel asked. "Idiot teenagers with a death wish," Marco said. "Animorphs." I tried the word out. It sounded okay.

They think I'm too old to cause trouble. Old age is a powerful disguise.

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

I was born in a place humans call central Africa, in a dense rain forest so beautiful, no crayons could ever do it justice.

Humans. Violent but peace-loving. Passionate but cerebral. Humane but cruel. Impulsive but calculating. Generous but selfish. And yet, somehow I knew that they represented the best hope of the galaxy.

And that's how we ended up discovering the evil horses that threatened all of humanity.