Why does everybody throw every troublesome thing into the river?

Suddenly Po shot into the courtyard from the north vestibule whooping. Katsa, seeing him, broke into a run and they tore at each other through the wash. Just before the moment of impact, Po shifted to one side, crouched, scooped Katsa up, and, with admirable precision, propelled them both sideways into the pool. ... Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.

Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P's.

Gratitude takes less energy than anger.

I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered

And what was it about the dark that made her question things she’d never questioned before, in the day.