Love is a wonderous thing. It moves mountains and stills a baby’s cries. It beats inside every human’s heart, yet is more precious than gold. It cannot be bought or sold or stolen. It keeps us alive.
Why did everyone like that story so much when it wasn’t true? Why was everyone so eager to believe it? Was it because, in real life, ever after’s generally stink?
It’s a game we used to play, after we got rid of all our livestock and didn’t need our hay no more. You throw a match into the haystack, give the fire a three-second head start, and begin looking. You can find the needle every time if you work quick.
Thanks a lot! She went and hid somewhere else, somewhere safe- and left me to deal with Mr. Pyromaniac 1483!
Sometimes you have to fight for what you want,′ Chip said, his expression set. ‘Sometimes the fight is all you get.
The rewards are worth far more than the risks.
Listen, I’ll share some of the wisdom I learned over the years. When you near the end of your life... when you’re a lonely old man... you start realizing what your accomplishments are really worth. The most brilliant clue I ever deciphered, the millions I earned – even the microwavable burrito itself – sometimes I think I’d be willing to trade all of it for a single hug of someone who truly loves me.
And sometimes it takes a kid to show adults the truth.
I was Pandora, bound and determined to open that box.
Tiddy”? Matthias thought. The big, fierce Population Police officer goes by “Tiddy”?
Was it still paranoia if all his fears were justified?
They don’t have any idea I work for the Population Police.
Nina,” Luke said finally. “Nina was the other traitor.” “Yes,” Mr. Talbot said.
Death, he thought. This whole clue hunt’s been about death.
We haven’t changed enough,” Natalie said in a small, pained voice. “But – we’re trying.
Great, Trey thought. I do one brave thing in my entire life, and now it’s like, ‘Got anything dangerous to do? Send Trey. He can handle it.’ Doesn’t anyone remember that Cowardice is my middle name?
Then, why did I do this, you ask?′ He stroked his chin, like an actor trying to look deep and thoughtful. ‘The short answer is: hope.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it’?
Finn and Emma are like rubber balls, he thought. The harder you knock them down, the faster they bounce back up.
It was hard having a dead hero for a best friend.