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“We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.”
― Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game

“We're a society of brats, fighting over the same toys. That, for me, is the closest we come to be inherently evil as a people. It leads to selfishness, inflexibility, and impatience -- among so many other traits that are ugly and harmful. We're combative, competitive, petty, and suffer from one fatal flaw that I can never get my head around. We recognize behavior in others that makes us insane, while turning right around and doing the exact thing to someone else.”
― Trevor D. Richardson

“You should have tried the eggplant parmesan she tried to hoist on me at the church bake sale. No wonder her children turned to Satan. He probably showed up as an angel of light and promised them a decent meal.”
― Kathy Hepinstall, The Book of Polly

“This is your last chance to go home, son.â€� It was the loudest I’d heard him speak.
I froze.
Cock, meet jeans. Jeans, please contain cock.”
― J.A. Rock, The Subs Club

“He pointed at the paper. “I want you to write me a description of every foot you’ve put wrong since we met. Make sure I can read your writing. You have five minutes.â€�

Write about every foot I’d put wrong. I peered down at my feet.

I started to write: My left foot is a size eight point five. It has a high arch, and my big toe is longer than my second toe. There is a light smattering of hair on the top of my foot. I paused and stuck my left leg out, studying my shoe. Right now I am wearing Nike Frees for m�
“Bring me your paper.�
I glanced at my paper. “I’m not done yet.�
“One . . . two . . .�
I brought him the paper.”
― J.A. Rock, The Subs Club

“She felt one thousand years old. She also felt like maybe she was a condescending brat. She wanted her bike. She wanted her friends, who were also one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. She wanted to live in a world where she was surrounded by one-thousand-year-old condescending brats.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“The kids found the new high tensile Duncan Yo-Yo string was strong enough to use as a garrotte.”
― Fred Barnett, Second Chances â€� I Re-wrote My Life and Improved It! So Can You!

“G had fallen asleep and tumbled into the motor assembly of the Ferris wheel. It spat him out.”
― Fred Barnett, Second Chances â€� I Re-wrote My Life and Improved It! So Can You!

“What Mufy means is that he is in possession of rather capacious breasts for a male of the human species”
― Fred Barnett, Second Chances â€� I Re-wrote My Life and Improved It! So Can You!

“I must have cried myself out. The tears stopped falling and I breathed in through my nose. I stood up and looked down at my baby sister lying there. I kissed my fingertips and touched her forehead.

"Goodbye, brat," I whispered.

"Stop calling me brat."

Caelyn's eyes opened. Her irises were blood red. She gave me an impish smile and bared her fangs.

Little sisters suck...”
― Sean Hayden, My Soul to Keep

“Lou had brought the grill from ice-cold to scorching-hot faster than a firestorm; the brats were preboiled in beer and onions and burst with the perfect combination of juicy and smoky, complete with a crunchy outside topped with just a smear of Dijon. Paired with ice-cold Spotted Cows, his new favorite Wisconsin beer, Al got it. He got why people came hours early. It wasn't about good seats or convenient parking. It was a friendly little party with forty thousand of your closest friends.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Coincidence of Coconut Cake

“Anything else you want to discuss before we begin?â€�

“Who cuts your hair? You should run them through with their own thinning shears. You have a wonderful face, and so much wasted potential for—â€� He stepped forward and grabbed my ear. “Ow!”
― J.A. Rock, The Subs Club

“As one of the few Marlowes to have met him before the Rebellion, during a time he was still a spare prince, Sigrid said he was arrogant of his status and prone to tantrums. A personification of the Blood of Diagon â€� handsome on the outside and ugly on the in-side.”
― Madeline C.C. Harper, The Return of Light