--I lifted one foot from the brackish water, and the bunny slippers were soaked and drooped pathetically. Even the fangs seemed robbed of any charm. "Don't worry," I told it. "Someone will pay for your suffering. Heavily. With screaming." I felt I should repeat it for the other slipper, in case there should be any bad feelings between the two. One should never create tension between ones's footwear. --POV is Myrnin, page 221

Why was it the hot mean girls always ran in packs, like hyenas?

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?

Oliver . . . well. Who knew if Oliver’s problem was the disease or just a bad attitude?

He was a nice guy, middle-aged, a little tired, like most doctors usually seemed to be, but he just nodded and said, "Let me take a look at him. Shane?" "I'm not dropping my pants," Shane said. "I just thought I'd say that up front.

I'm fine with Nature's way, as long as Nature keeps it out of *my* way.