You're an obnoxious canker-blossom. Go ooze somewhere else.

Sometimes there's nothing you can do. [...] Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with.

I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is.

Anyone who tells you they don't need to rewrite, they're usually the ones who need it worst.

"I love you, Jonathan," she whispered. A long arm snaked around her, and he pulled her against his side. "I know," he said. "I just wanted to be sure you knew it, too."

Never break a promise to an animal. They're like babies—they won't understand.

Haven’t you ever noticed that people who win say it’s because the gods know they are in the right, but if they lose, it wasn’t the gods who declared them wrong? Their opponent cheated, or their equipment was bad.