“Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish.""We're children," Myrcella declared haughtily. "We're supposed to be childish."The Hound laughed. "She has you there.”

“We're children. We're supposed to be childish.”

“What is a woman's power then?" she asked."I don't think we know.""When has a woman power because she's a woman? With her children, I suppose. For a while...""In her house, maybe."She looked around the kitchen. "But the doors are shut," she said, "the doors are locked.""Because you're valuable.""Oh yes. We're precious. So long as we're powerless.”

“Don't be so sure,' Cassie said. 'We're fighting for Mother Earth. She has some tricks up her sleeves.''Good grief,' Marco said. 'Let's all buy Birkenstocks and go hug some trees.”

“You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid-we know we're called Gred and Forge.”

“Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.”