He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. "But you're..." "Pretty? Think again." She smiled. "I'm Tally Youngbood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.

Nature was tough, it could be dangerous, but unlike Dr. Cable or shay, or peris-unlike people in general-it made sense. The problems it threw at you could be solved rationally.

That was the whole point of being special: You existed to make sure everyone else behaved, but that didn't mean YOU had to.

Barking hard work, being a boy.

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

Let others wage war. You, lucky Austria, shall marry.

...I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say." "I'd rather have something to say.