I was always interested in the possibility maybe of finding my way into a big adventure.

What is life without laughter?

Is this what family is like: the feeling that everyone’s connected, that with one piece missing, the whole thing’s broken?

In other words, you are our last possible hope. You are our only hope.

She was a thin woman in a mustard-yellow suit, with a yellowish complexion, short-cropped rusty red hair, and a stiff posture. She reminded Reynie of a giant walking pencil.

I'm an orphan!" Constance cried gleefully. "I'm an orphan!" ~ The Prisoner's Dilemma

Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as...as..." "Dead mice?" Reynie suggested. "Perfect," said Kate with an approving nod. "As quiet as dead mice.