What is it about her that is so goddamned special?

Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.

It was an hour before dawn. When all the Whos down in Whoville were asnooze in their beds without care. Sorry, wrong book. If I get to stay awake until dawn, I get just a tad slaphappy.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that’s the best you can do with people. I’d tried kindness. I’d tried friendship. I’d tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.

It's good not to be the only girl in the fight for once.