The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say. About anything. "Need a poo, Todd." "Shutup, Manchee." "Poo. Poo, Todd." "I said shut it."

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.

I am Todd Hewitt, I think to myself with my eyes closed. I am twelve years and twelve months old. I live in Prentisstown on New World. I will be a man in one month’s time exactly.

Stories don’t always have happy endings.

Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

Dogs don't got the problems of people. Dogs can be happy any old time.

We can save the world," I say, trying to smile. "You and me.