That was one problem with dramatic exits: Sometimes they wound up making you look like a bubblehead.

Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.

So, there was this beautiful princess. She was locked in a high tower(...)She was stuck up there(...)So the only thing was to jump.

She turned to Frizz. "So you understand the problem? You can't let Tally know about Radical Honesty. There's no telling what she'll do if she finds out you could ruin her plans." Frizz's eyebrows rose. "So let me get this straight, Aya-chan. You want me, a person who can't lie, to lie about the fact that I can't lie?" "We need another plan," Hiro said.

In a world of extreme beauty, anyone normal is ugly.

I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.

Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.