Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

No," I say firmly. "If you ever doubt anything here, if you ever not know what to think or who to trust, you trust Todd, okay? You remember that.

Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

So the good prince was a murderer and the evil queen wasn't a witch after all.

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

...That it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?" ~pg 423