We don’t have to love it. We just have to steal it.
You don’t get Billie Joe Armstrong’s autograph on your forehead without following your instincts.
In our family, you don’t get a childhood. We’re too busy trying to dominate the world.
For someone who’e smarter than a supercomputer, sometimes you’re a real idiot.
The thing about a cavity search is this: it has nothing to do with the dentist.
If the cake fits, eat it!
They crested a rise, and there it was, in the hollow between rolling hills – a low, square building, ghostly gray in the moonlight. “Is that it?” asked Hamilton. “It probably isn’t the local opera house,” groaned Ian.
The dog always dies. Go to the library and pick out a book with an award sticker and a dog on the cover. Trust me, that dog is going down.
This is an awful thing that’s happened to you, but it’s also presenting you with a rare opportunity. You have the chance to rebuild yourself from the ground up, to make a completely fresh start.
The test! It was as if they believed the test was an infallible superbeing that had descended to earth on a great space ark surrounded by thunderbolts of perfection.
Yeah, Rubio,” snorts Bear. “If I had a face like yours, I’d appreciate anyone who could make me look good. So shut up.
Welcome to the world of Cahills. If it isn’t impossible, it isn’t worth doing.
Our fans are great; our team is nifty! We’re going to get blown out by fifty!
They don’t have regular time at school, you know. They have periods. All of a sudden an alarm goes off and you’re supposed to drop what you’re doing and rush off to a different room with a different teacher to do something completely different! How can anybody learn like that?
You’re going to break your idiot neck one day, or someone’s going to break it for you.
But a dead man doesn’t care what uniform he’s wearing.
Maybe they were. Very little was beyond Noah’s capabilities when he wasn’t mounting a concerted effort to flunk.
What’s a starbuck?
I’m not that happy about my triumphant return to football, and it isn’t only because of Dr. Nguyen, who would have signed a paper certifying I was pregnant with triplets if my father had paid him enough.
There was no logical explanation for what I did. It had to come from my DNA. That’s.