A good zoo," Stella said, "is a large domain. A wild cage. A safe place to be. It has room to roam and humans who don't hurt." She pauses, considering her words. "A good zoo is how humans make amends.

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

My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors. Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us.The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be.

Humans. Sometimes they make chimps look smart.

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

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

Pain is life. Life is pain.