"it was hermione. but she didn’t look like hermione at all. she had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. she was wearing robes made of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material, and she was holding herself differently, somehow – or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back. she was also smiling – rather nervously, it was true – but the reduction in the size of her front teeth was more noticeable than ever; harry couldn’t understand how he had never spotted it before."
"You need to wake up, Parker. The wealth of this world isn’t in the ground - it’s all around us. The Na’vi know that, and they’re fighting to defend it. If you wanna share this world with them, you need to understand them.”