But it's unfair,’ cried Fern. ‘The pig couldn't help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me? (Chapter 1)

No, I only distribute pigs to early risers,’ said Mr. Arable. ‘Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one, to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly. Let's eat! (Chapter 1)

He didn't feel like going to sleep, he didn't feel like digging, he was tired of standing still, tired of lying down. ‘I'm less than two months old and I'm tired of living,’ he said. (Chapter 2)

Wilbur didn't know what to do or which way to run. It seemed as though everybody was after him. 'If this is what it's like to be free,' he thought... (Chapter 3)