Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs.

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.

But hunger, like food, comes in many shapes and colors.

"Give me liberty or give me death." A human named Patrick Henry said that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew before they came to conquer Earth that humans said things like that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew what they were getting into.

They think we’re intelligent. So, Marco, keep quiet. We don’t want them to learn the truth.” Rachel

Earth is the crossroads of every possible alien. We're the McDonald's next to the highway of the galaxy.

Tobias asked. "Weird? Weird?" Marco crowed. "The talking bird wants to know if getting information on the location of an alien from a whale, that you've just saved from sharks, by turning into dolphins . . . You're suggesting that's weird?