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

Oh, it's just a trash can. Chill out." (Marco) BAM! BAM! BAM! "Okay, so it's four trash cans," (Marco) " BAM! BAM! BAM! "Do you hate trash cans? Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!" (Jake)

I just want to get on a table, dance on someone's tater tots, and wait for the hall monitor to drag me away

Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.

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

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.

"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.