See, I remember love. That's what people don't understand.

All I need to understand is the unwritten law of warriors," he said firmly. "And women and children are never sent to do our work without our protection." He pointed to the trees, emphatically. "That's the language I share with them.

What are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself. "First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.

Great to know that I'm in love with a girl with a cool name." "It's Taylor's middle name.

I can't wait to tell him one day," she says with a giggle. "'Hey, Chaz, guess what? We knew where your precious car was all the time.' I'd like to take a photo of his face. What do you think?" "I reckon I'd smile really nicely in the photo," Santangelo says behind me, yanking me out of the way, "knowing that you'll be keeping it under your pillow for the rest of your life.

God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?