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

Everything ends eventually. I guess that's what makes summer so intense, this feeling that it lasts for only a a short while and then it's back to reality.

But mostly, I remembered what I’ve always believed. What my mom taught me. That while some things are just plain awful, most things in life can be seen either tragic or comic. And it’s your choice. Is life a big, long, tiresome slog from sadness to regret to guilt to resentment to self-pity? Or is life weird, outrageous, bizarre, ironic, and just stupid? Gotta go with stupid. It’s not the easy way out. Self pity is the easiest thing in the world. Finding the humor, the irony, the slight justification for a skewed, skeptical optimism. That’s tough. - Marco, Animorphs #35: The Proposal

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

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

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

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