This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you have any of yourself left at all?

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.

You are keeping the possibility [of peace] open. No wise leader would do anything less

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.