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

He has artistry," he repeated. "Because that's what it takes to blow things up. And cook his arm.

A cat understands how to be pleasant in the morning. He doesn't talk.

Tris: "I was reading." Sandry: "You're always reading. The only way people can ever talk to you is to interrupt." Tris: "Then maybe they shouldn't talk to me.

She's all over us like maggots on garbage, just because I interfered with one pickpocket yesterday.

The bravest person I know is afraid of the dark. She sleeps with a night lamp always, but if her friends are threatened? She suddenly thinks she's a bear twelve feet tall and attacks whoever scared her friends.

But, Sergeant Osbern, Sir, I like my head.