Anyone who tells you they don't need to rewrite, they're usually the ones who need it worst.
You haven't been bit till a dragon does it.
Don't call me 'gentleman'. I work for a livin'.
I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.
Why do I get the feeling that if you give me a hard time, I'll tell all of our year-mates your family nickname is Meathead?
Why do you look like cheese, Beka?" Nestor asked me quietly. "We've got help." I was too flummoxed to tell him I hadn't expected help to come so fast. Miracles aren't for the likes of me, didn't Nestor know that? Only the nobility gets them.