I like ducks.” Jem observed diplomatically. “Esspecially the ones in Hyde Park.” He glanced side ways at Will; both boys were sitting at the edge of a high table, thier legs dangling over the side....

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. “Be brave,” she said. “It’s not a duck, is it?

She turned and looked at him. “Ducks?” she said again.A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. “I hate ducks. Don’t know why. I just always have.

The first rule of snooping is to come at it sideways–when you began writing me dizzy letters about Alexander, I didn’t ask if you were in love with him, I asked what his favorite animal...

If you are stealing people’s thunder just by being around and standing there; you really can’t expect people to like you. People want their own thunder to be heard loud and wide, not yours! Swans...

In a lot of ways I am like a duck. I love the water; I have large, web-like feet; and I could never kill a man, unless that man tasted like soggy bread and I...

I waited for him to come out. He didn’t. I considered going in after him, but knew the fact that I had readied myself to kill him did not mean that he had readied himself...

It doesn’t matter if you’re born in a duck yard, so long as you are hatched from a swan’s egg!

I am a duck. I’m cool and calm on the surface, but underneath it all is a nonstop struggle to succeed. My feet are like orange spatulas.

Food,” I suggested. “Sleep. That’s what I need. To get the hell away from here.”Cole frowned at me, as if I’d suggested “ducks” and “yoga”.

And I like pygmy goats, because they’re just lovely, and ducks.