Note to self: don’t throw things at girls.

You are not too small. No one is ever too small to offer help.

Hey, ants!" she shouted. "Please help. Anteater is very hungry, but cannot find any food.

Wait," Honey said to herself, as she realized something amazing. "I’m already an excellent flyer. Maybe I can fight crime too.

They say that right before you die your whole life flashes before you – a medley of your own personal greatest hits. Well then, I must be about to live, because events that haven’t happened yet are constantly pushing themselves into my head.

There are two types of visions. Those that will happen no matter what, and those that can be stopped. Now more than ever, I wish I could tell them apart.

Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.

Do good. That’s all any of us can do.