“I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.”

“Do I look like I want to be involved in your teen love saga? Ask someone who cares.”

“I know there isn't no beast—not with claws and all that, I mean—but I know there isn't no fear, either."Piggy paused."Unless—"Ralph moved restlessly."Unless what?""Unless we get frightened of people.”

“Do you love me?' I say quietly, still staring at the water.He pauses. I turn to look at him. His eyes are soft and big and the corners of his mouth turn upward into a shy grin.'Yeah. Yeah, I do. I was going to tell you. It's just, I've never said it to anyone, so I was... I kept...''I love you, too' I say.”

“I stare at him. I feel my heartbeat everywhere, even in my toes. I feel like doing something bold, but I could just as easily walk away. I am not sure which option is smarter, or better. I am not sure that I care.”

“What do you like to do?”She scuffed a toe amongst the rushes. “Needlework.”“Very restful, isn’t it?”“Well,” said Arya, “not the way I do it.”