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

So what are those balloons for? In case you fall off your hoverboard?' -- Tally to Peris

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee. -Jonathan

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

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.

She looked at David closely, and the feeling was still there. She could see that his forehead was too high, that a small scar cut a white stroke through his eyebrow. And his smile was pretty crooked, really. But it was as if something had changed inside Tally's head, something that had turned his face pretty to her.

When the term "machine gun" enters common parlance, the word "machine" becomes much more sinister.