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

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

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.

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

Anger only gets in the way.

About chocolate: "This is what laughing tastes like.

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