Oh, I'm sure we could talk them into letting us in for nothing," Marco said. "Just tell them we're Animorphs." "Tell them we're what?" Rachel asked. "Idiot teenagers with a death wish," Marco said. "Animorphs." I tried the word out. It sounded okay.
Anger is precious. A silverback uses anger to maintain order and warn his troops of danger. When my father beat his chest, it was to say, Beware, listen, I am in charge. I am angry to protect you, because that is what I was born to do. Here in my domain there is no one to protect.
And that's how we ended up discovering the evil horses that threatened all of humanity.
Especially when you're faced with hard times, you need to remember that life is either tragedy or comedy. For me, that's what the magic is. Life has remarkable, surprising moments that get you through the hard times.
A good zoo," Stella said, "is a large domain. A wild cage. A safe place to be. It has room to roam and humans who don't hurt." She pauses, considering her words. "A good zoo is how humans make amends.
Oh, it's just a trash can. Chill out." (Marco) BAM! BAM! BAM! "Okay, so it's four trash cans," (Marco) " BAM! BAM! BAM! "Do you hate trash cans? Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!" (Jake)
I always tell the truth, Stella replies. Although I sometimes confuse the facts.
My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors. Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us.The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be.
Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.
Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?
It's hard to put into words. Gorillas are not complainers. We're dreamers, poets, philosophers, nap takers.
My favorite color is rainbow.
Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.
I think that in many ways, just as forgiveness is impossible without love, sometimes love requires forgiveness for it to work, too.
It's OAT-freaking-MEAL!
Battles that involve oatmeal are just never going to end up being historic, you know?" Jake went on. "Gettysburg? No major oatmeal involvement. The Battle of Midway? Neither side used oatmeal. Desert Storm? No oatmeal.
Full emergency power to the engines. Ram the Blade ship.
Human humour often consists of pretending to wish something does not really wish.
Old age is a powerful disguise.
Right now I would give all the yogurt raisins in all the world for a heart made of ice.
I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.
I was born in a place humans call central Africa, in a dense rain forest so beautiful, no crayons could ever do it justice.
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.
Anger only gets in the way.
You do not know me, but I am a juvenile delinquent. I do not trust authority figures, I probably will not graduate from high school, and statistics say my present rowdiness and vandalism will likely lead to more serious crimes. I am a dangerous fellow, and I am causing mayhem in this store. [...] There. I have now shamelessly destroyed the symmetry of this shelf, undoing hours of labor by underpaid store employees. If you could see me, you would be frightened.
Pain is life. Life is pain.
But mostly, I remembered what I’ve always believed. What my mom taught me. That while some things are just plain awful, most things in life can be seen either tragic or comic. And it’s your choice. Is life a big, long, tiresome slog from sadness to regret to guilt to resentment to self-pity? Or is life weird, outrageous, bizarre, ironic, and just stupid? Gotta go with stupid. It’s not the easy way out. Self pity is the easiest thing in the world. Finding the humor, the irony, the slight justification for a skewed, skeptical optimism. That’s tough. - Marco, Animorphs #35: The Proposal
Earth is the crossroads of every possible alien. We're the McDonald's next to the highway of the galaxy.
"Give me liberty or give me death." A human named Patrick Henry said that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew before they came to conquer Earth that humans said things like that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew what they were getting into.
About chocolate: "This is what laughing tastes like.
When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.
Human can surprise you sometimes. An unpredictable species, Homo sapiens
I just want to get on a table, dance on someone's tater tots, and wait for the hall monitor to drag me away
Humans. Sometimes they make chimps look smart.
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.
With enough time, you can get used to almost anything.
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.
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.
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.
Everyone deserves a shot....and some deserve to be shot.
What's love? Something that lasts a week or a month and that's all you can except? Or is it just that some loves have a short shelf life? You know, like yogurt: after a week or two they go bad. And how do you recognize the other kind of love, the kind that isn't like yogurt? The kind that's more like... I don't know, like peanut butter, that lasts forever and always tastes good?
Mosquitoes are the greatest mass murderers on planet Earth.
Memories are precious ... they help tell us who we are.
They think we’re intelligent. So, Marco, keep quiet. We don’t want them to learn the truth.” Rachel
Tobias asked. "Weird? Weird?" Marco crowed. "The talking bird wants to know if getting information on the location of an alien from a whale, that you've just saved from sharks, by turning into dolphins . . . You're suggesting that's weird?
I was Jake's insurance policy. He thought maybe he wouldn't have to use me. He hoped, anyway. But down deep he knew, and I knew, and we both hid the truth from the others because Cassie couldn't let Jake make that decision, and Tobias couldn't let me, and those two, by loving us, would have screwed everything up. It was a war, after all. A war we had to win.
But hunger, like food, comes in many shapes and colors.
Yes," he said. "You were strong. You were brave. You were good. You mattered.
They think I'm too old to cause trouble. Old age is a powerful disguise.
Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs.
Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.
