Oh, come on, Marco," Cassie chided gently. "Its an opportunity to try — Animorphs

"Be happy for me, and for all who fly free."

"Hello?" I turned around. It was an older human. He was paler than Marco, but other features were similar. Marco had warned me to say nothing to his father but "yes" and "no." "No," I said to Marcos father. "Im Marcos dad. Are you a friend of his?" "Yes." "Whats your name?" "No," I answered. "Your name is No?" "Yes." "Thats an unusual name, isnt it?" "No." "Its not?" "Yes." "Yes, its not an unusual name?" "No." "Now Im totally confused." "Yes." Marcos father stared at me. Then, in a loud voice he yelled, "Hey, Marco? Marco? Would you... um... your friend is here. Your friend No is here." "No," I said. "Yes, thats what I said." Marco came running down the stairs. "Whoa!" he cried. "Um, Dad! You met my friend?" "No?" Marcos father said. "What?" Marco asked. Marcos father shook his head. "I must be getting old. I dont understand you kids." "Yes," I offered."

"I, Elfangor, was going to become a great warrior, a prince, a hero."

"Alloran said with a slight sneer."

"We just had a war," Loren said. "Thats ... thats what happened to my dad He was in it. He didnt get killed or anything. But he kind of . . . I dont know. After he came back I guess he couldnt cope with reality. So he left."

"I hated the way they all felt sorry for me. All they could see was that I was not what I used to be. All they saw was that I had no home. But they didnt really understand. I hadnt had a real home since my parents died. I was used to being alone. And I had the sky."

"History is a strange experience. The world is quite small now; but history is large and deep. Sometimes you can go much farther by sitting in your own home and reading a book of history, than by getting onto a ship or an airplane and traveling a thousand miles. When you go to Mexico City through space, you find it a sort of cross between modern Madrid and modern Chicago, with additions of its own; but if you go to Mexico City through history, back only 500 years, you will find it as distant as though it were on another planet: inhabited by cultivated barbarians, sensitive and cruel, highly organized and still in the Copper Age, a collection of startling, of unbelievable contrasts."

"Most men think they make their home for their families, but the fact is that they make both homes and families for themselves."

"I like seeing experienced girls home." "But Im not experienced!" "Youre not home yet!"

"Although my heart may be weak, its not alone. Its grown with each new experience. And its found a home with all the friends Ive made. Ive become a part of their heart, just as theyve become a part of mine. And if they think of me now and then, if they dont forget me, then our hearts will be one. I dont need a weapon. My friends are my power!"

"The Professors Assistant: Im bossy? Youre so bossy you oughta be milked before you come home at night."

"The war was finished. It had lasted ten equivalent years and taken ten million lives. Thus it was neither of long duration nor of serious attrition. It hadnt any great significance; it was not intended to have. It did not prove a point, since all points had long ago been proven. What it did, perhaps, was to emphasize an aspect, sharpen a concept, underline a trend. On the whole it was a successful operation. Economically and ecologically it was of healthy effect, and who should grumble? And after wars, men go home. No, no, men start for home. Its not the same."