“I have a different idea of what bravery is.""What-complaisance?""In a sense. Acceptance, resiliency. How strong must one be to throw a temper tantrum?""Is that what you'd call this? You and your people storm our homeland, take us all prisoner and any form of resistance is a temper tantrum in your eyes?"He pondered this for a moment, his freckled nose crinkling."Yes.”

“Are you throwing a temper tantrum?” he asked with a grin. “Because this is not Toddlers and Tiaras."-Caeden”

“Your psychotic behavior and constant temper tantrums intrigue me.”

“Temper tantrums, however fun they may be to throw, rarely solve whatever problem is causing them.”

“I'm learning it's human nature to want the things you can't have. What changes is how you go about pursuing the things you want. When you're a little kid and you're told no, you scream and throw a temper tantrum. When you're a teenager and your parents tell you no, you're old enough to internalize your temper tantrum. But you're smarter and you're sneakier this time around. So you nod and act like you care when they say no, when they tell you who you can be friends with, when they say they know what's best. But then you go behind their backs to do it anyway. Because at some point, you need to start calling the shots. At some point, you have to start believing that you know what's best. Or...you just stop asking for their permission in the first place.”

“Ellen had long ago stopped being embarrassed by temper tantrums. She flipped it and wore it like a badge of honor. A temper tantrum was a sign that a mom said no when it counted.”