Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.

If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.

I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.

A faint light burned in the pit revealing a furry creature hunched over a stone slab, fiddling with something. At first Gregor raised a warning hand. He thought it was a rat. Then the creature lifted his head and Gregor recognized what was left of his dad.

Dawn comes before sleep does.

Smiling is mostly about smiling more.

Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.