“You could be the Mega Mage of wizards. You could rule Minionfire.Do you really think so?'Yeah, but you'd have to make a deal with the wood elves.'I don't like the wood elves.'They're okay. They're misunderstood.”

“If you don't believe it's elves, that's your problem. I know it's elves.”

“Have you ever seen The Last of the Mohicans?""I love it.""Really?" I'm over the moon. We share a movie. Finally, we're on the same planet."Don't you love the part where he says, 'Stay alive. I will find you'?" I ask."I love that massacre scene," he says, like an excited little boy, "where they're walking down that path in the middle of nowhere and they're surrounded by the woods and you know the Indians are going to attack and it's so tense."Things that make you go hmmm.”

“Yes, they are elves," Legolas said. "and they say that you breathe so loud they could shoot you in the dark." Sam hastily covered his mouth.”

“I could say I think coulds are pretty, and you'd say they're only pretty to demons.”

“We could do it, you know," Gale says quietly."What?" I ask."Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale.I don't know how to respond. This idea is so preposterous.”