"I dream of a zillion cats."
— Raleigh, Lost at Sea
"She [Rue] has bright, dark, eyes and satiny brown skin and stands tilted up on her toes with her arms slightly extended to her sides, as if ready to take wing at the slightest sound. It’s impossible not to think of a bird."
— Katniss Everdeen, The Hunger Games
"Shouldn'ta lost me temper, but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do."
— Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
"When I looked at her with my power, before, I called her the Worm. She spent some time being as low on the food chain as you can get while still being able to move under her own power. As low as someone can get while still having an identity of their own. But she’s realized she’s poisonous, dangerous in her own unique way. She’s useful, like a silkworm we harvest or an earthworm who works our gardens. She’s even realized she’s not alone, so long as she looks for friends among other dirty… contemptible creatures."
— Cherish, Worm
"The wolves… they call to me, Gran,” she told her grandmother quietly, head bowed. “Sometimes… I dream about running with them and never coming back. '
Gran nodded, her grip tightening on Adriane’s wrist.
"It seems Little Bird has found her true name," Gran said, her tired eyes brightening. "Wolf Sister."
— Avalon: Web of Magic, Ghost Wolf
She’d always had sharp eyes, the sharpest anyone in the village had ever seen. She could pick out a goat on the slope of the mountain across the valley, or identify which fox was taking which route towards the cavy pens, or count the petals of a blossom from across the high meadow.
She loved to look up and watch the birds - the hummingbirds flitting between flowers, the flycatchers darting after their pray, the slow graceful circles and arcs of the eagles and lammergeiers soaring on the mountain updrafts.
Dreaming of how it would feel to fly, free of the chains of the stony slopes.
We have seen Anya blissfully raising bunnies in her happy home with Olaf, before it is ruined by his infidelity; in her grief after Xander leaves her at the altar, D'Hoffryn tells her that Xander had “domesticate[d]” her (“Hell’s Bells,” 6016), made her live a false life. Perhaps the bunnies are a long-lasting reminder that her domestic dreams only lead to heartbreak but also a reminder that she is, after all, a workaholic fighter and someone who harbors dreams of finding a loyal protector and a home and a supportive, stable role.
— Ananya Mukherjea's essay Gothic Relationships and Identity on Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"They’re like sharks. Sharks can smell the faintest trace of blood. They approach using their sense of smell, determine their prey’s exact location, and attack. They head to the crime scene when they smell blood. They use all their senses to find the culprit. They tear into their prey with the sharp teeth of evidence. That’s what a detective does."
—Shinichi Kudo, Detective Conan