Beauty that arose out of pain.

Scores only matter if they’re very good, no one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones.

And it takes so much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

The rat turned his glowing eyes on him, and Gregor was shocked by what he saw there. The intelligence, the deadliness, and, most surprisingly, the pain. This rat was not like Fangor and Shed. He was much more complicated and much more dangerous. For the first time in the Underland, Gregor felt completely out of his league. If he fought this rat, he wouldn't stand a change. He would lose. He would be dead.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.

Haymitch said you'd take a lot of convincing.

Fire beats roses again.