With enough time, you can get used to almost anything.

Right now I would give all the yogurt raisins in all the world for a heart made of ice.

Everyone deserves a shot....and some deserve to be shot.

When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.

I think that in many ways, just as forgiveness is impossible without love, sometimes love requires forgiveness for it to work, too.

What's love? Something that lasts a week or a month and that's all you can except? Or is it just that some loves have a short shelf life? You know, like yogurt: after a week or two they go bad. And how do you recognize the other kind of love, the kind that isn't like yogurt? The kind that's more like... I don't know, like peanut butter, that lasts forever and always tastes good?

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?