It's hard to put into words. Gorillas are not complainers. We're dreamers, poets, philosophers, nap takers.

I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.

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

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

Battles that involve oatmeal are just never going to end up being historic, you know?" Jake went on. "Gettysburg? No major oatmeal involvement. The Battle of Midway? Neither side used oatmeal. Desert Storm? No oatmeal.

Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?

Yes," he said. "You were strong. You were brave. You were good. You mattered.