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

Do we say, Oh now I'm going to be nice to the weak and the small? Or do we do as we learned when we were pages?

Not all nine-fingered girls have hatchets, she said in Tradertalk. Some of us just tried to have a conversation with a snapping turtle. (Sandry to Daja, referring to her conversation with Tris.)

Alanna: All I know is that I'm to jump when I'm told and I have no free time.

I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.

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

Either i've turned stupid, or life's turned hard.