“Stop!" he yelled at the others. "Multigrain fighting is not allowed!”

“Sorghum started to answer, but Wheat flew at him and knocked him down. The karpoi began to fight, dissolving into funnel clouds of grain. Hazel considered making a run for it. Then Wheat re-formed, holding Sorghum in a headlock. "Stop!" he yelled at the others. "Mulitgrain fighting is not allowed!”

“Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard.”

“T-stop! T-stop!" Liz was yelling. At this point, that was about as helpful as yelling at me that the sky was blue.”

“You don't hit a child when you want him to stop hitting. You don't yell at a children to get them to stop yelling. Or spit at a child to indicate that he should not spit. Of course, you want children to know how to sympathize with others and to "know how it feels," but you ... have to show them how to act—not how not to act.”

“He books it into that little playground there. I mean the guy is zooming like the Road Runner, skidding through the gravel and the slush and everything. I’m yelling, “Police, police! Stop, motherfucker!” ‘You do not yell, “Stop, motherfucker.”’ ‘I do. Because you know, Palace, this is it. This is the last chance I get to run after a perp yelling, “Stop, motherfucker.”