Everything ends eventually. I guess that’s what makes summer so intense, this feeling that it lasts for only a a short while and then it’s back to reality.
Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs.
Humans. Violent but peace-loving. Passionate but cerebral. Humane but cruel. Impulsive but calculating. Generous but selfish. And yet, somehow I knew that they represented the best hope of the galaxy.
Ninety percent of the trouble in this world comes from guys who think they have something to prove.
Death’s gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.
And that’s how we ended up discovering the evil horses that threatened all of humanity.
Earth is the crossroads of every possible alien. We’re the McDonald’s next to the highway of the galaxy.
My favorite color is rainbow.
Pain is life. Life is pain.
And oh, god, how could so much regret and so much sweetness and so much sadness all be present in that single moment. I was already dead and missing my unlived life. I was already dead and Tobias was mourning. I tried to smile. For him.
Full emergency power to the engines. Ram the Blade ship.
I just want to get on a table, dance on someone’s tater tots, and wait for the hall monitor to drag me away.
You can’t have real pain without real love. You can’t feel grief and loss and hurt without real love. Love is the only way you can ever be really hurt deep down.
It’s OAT-freaking-MEAL!
I always tell the truth, Stella replies. Although I sometimes confuse the facts.
Anger only gets in the way.
They think I’m too old to cause trouble. Old age is a powerful disguise.
Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.
Humans. Sometimes they make chimps look smart.
Growing up gorilla is just like any other kind of growing up. You make mistakes. You play. You learn. You do it all over again.