Kloo nodded at Lex in an indescribably maternal way, somehow cramming a lifetime of compassion, support, and tenderness all into one slight bounce of the head.

She wished, as almost all kids wish at one point or another, that she could turn into a pterodactyl and fly away and never come back.

Momentarily forgetting how wind works, Lex tried spitting at him. This failed

Let me go!" She tore off a mirror and brandished it in his face. "I mean it! I don't want to go to your godforsaken hellbarn, you retarded psycho farmer!

It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye, " Ferbus said too loudly. "Then it's one-eyed fun.

If there's only one nation in the sky, shouldn't all passports be valid for it?

Higher energy always wins and the light always drowns out the darkness.

How dangerous can false reasoning prove!

If you want to be the person you ought to be, you've got to welcome competition.

Going to the mountains is going home.

I think the primary message to the world is that the United States is going to remain the strongest military power in the world.

Independence is a political concept, not a biological concept.

If your body wants comfort, you try to make it learn to give up that. Try to make your body your slave and not you the slave of the body.

In any war story, but especially a true one, it's difficult to separate what happened from what seemed to happen.

A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)