...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.

Oh, this beast? It's...perspicacious loris. 'Perspicacious' meaning 'wise or canny'." "Get stuffed," Bovril said, then giggled. "And it insults people," Telsa said. "How peculiar.

You'd think that in a fight, NOT MOVING would be a bad habit!

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

Did you really think I was too fragile to know what Deryn was?" "Fragile?" Volger looked about. "I hadn't thought so, but now I find you brooding in a bathroom. This doesn't speak well of your sturdiness.

Out here, you find out that the city fools you about how things really work.

Dare to ask, "Where is my novel too simple?"