Quotes About Family

Seth is in charge of my tombstone.

That is my right. I am your grandfather. And this is my property." "I am your grandson. You should tell me the truth. You're not setting a very good example.

I heard she did it with the sword you found," Dad said. "That's what I keep trying to tell everyone! Finally, somebody gets it! I think Mom is going to choke Kendra to death." The comment brought his mom over to him. She embraced him tightly. "Hey, Mom," Seth grunted. "I thought I was kidding about the strangulation.

She would have to depend on her brother, who had better intentions than ability when it came to coloring inside the lines.

Why didn't Grandpa change you back?" Kendra asked. Grandma's eyebrows shot up. "Probably because I kept laying eggs for his breakfast.

Kendra returned her attention to the frantic parade of trees. Her parents were leaving on a seventeen-day Scandinavian cruise with all the aunts and uncles on her mother's side. They were all going for free. Not because they'd won a contest. They were going on a cruise because Kendra's grandparents had asphyxiated. Grandma

They all migrated to the front door. Dad and Dale carried the larger bags. Seth held a smaller duffel bag and a cereal box. The cereal box was his emergency kit. It was full of odds and ends he thought would come in handy for an adventure—rubber bands, a compass, granola bars, coins, a squirt gun, a magnifying glass, plastic handcuffs, string, a whistle. "This

If a starving bear ate my family, even though he may have had no wicked intentions, even though he was just being a bear, his nature has made him a menace, and I'm going to shoot him." He sounded exasperated by the conversation.

Vanessa's eyes widened as Grandma slammed the door.

Don't eat more than you want," Grandma said. Kendra realized she had been toying with her pancakes, procrastinating the next bite. "I'm kind of tense," Kendra confessed, eating another forkful, hoping her face looked pleasant as she chewed. "I'll have hers," Seth offered, having almost finished his stack. "When

If you burst a chokepod, and the gas doesn't get me, your grandfather will. Come on.

It was the most hilarious thing that has ever happened," Pigeon agreed. "I'm just worried it might cost me my life. And that my mom won't be able to stop eating fudge long enough to hold a funeral. They'll probably just dump me in a hole in the backyard.

Remember how worried you were when we dropped you off?" Mom said as she buckled her seatbelt. "I bet it wasn't half as scary as you imagined." Kendra and Seth shared a very special look.

saw you, Mom and Dad, our grandparents—pretty much everyone we know. Dead. In coffins.

It was strange to think that right now, his mom, dad, and sister were living their ordinary lives back in Mesa. Didn't they notice his stuff in his room? Didn't they wonder who the kid was in the pictures with them? He would find a way back to them and make them remember. There had to be a way.

That's what I keep trying to tell everyone! Finally, somebody gets it! I think Mom is going to choke Kendra to death.

They were all good creatures. Your friends and family are murderers. And so are you.

Renford's father got me from behind with a hoe.

You can't be in Bridge Four. We're bodyguards for your own family. What are you going to do? Guard yourself?

She embraced him, and he found himself weeping. The daughter he'd never had, the little child of the streets. Though she was still small, she'd outgrown him. And she loved him anyway. He held his daughter close against his own broken soul.

Well, parents have to say things like that. They're required to see the best in their children, otherwise living with the little sociopaths would drive a person mad.

I'm Teoish," Sarene said, successfully spearing something that looked like a marinated piece of shrimp. "We're all this tall." "Father's Teoish too, Kaise," Daorn said. "And you know how tall he is." "But father's fat," Kaise pointed out. "Why aren't you fat too, Sarene?

I probably shouldn't mock our family. House Davar is distinctive and enduring." Jushu raised his cup. Wikim nodded sharply. "Of course," she added, "the same could be said for a wart.

I don't hate you, Pattern," Shallan said. "I hate the sword." "But—" "The sword isn't you. The sword is me, my father, the life we led, and the way it got twisted all about.