Firefly

“My mind is like clay, but thank goodness God knows how to mold it!”
― Mary Kate

“A wise man once told me, don’t believe anything you hear until you’ve seen it with your own eyes,” Halt said. Crowley looked up at him. “Who said that? Pritchard?” It sounded like the sort of thing their old mentor might say. Halt affected to think for a few seconds, then gave a slight smile. “No. I think it was me, actually. I can be very wise at times.”
― John Flanagan, The Tournament at Gorlan

“Halt sighed in exasperation. “What is it with you Araluens? Are you all afraid of a little fall?” He began hauling the rope up, coiling it over his shoulder as it came. “It’s not the fall that bothers me,” said Duncan. “It’s the sudden stop at the end.”
― John Flanagan, The Tournament at Gorlan

“When death captures me,” the boy vowed, “he will feel my fist on his face.” Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief