That’s right: Never underestimate the power of a good laugh. It can stop some of the fiercest middle-school monsters.
The doors of every house have a unique sound when they open and close.
If I never had another thing, Id have everything.
Your integrity, your dignity, your honor – they aren’t for sale. Not ever. Not to anyone.
Maybe you’ll learn something about life beyond Batman.
Michelangelo didn’t show David triumphant, the way every other sculptor did. He showed David before he fought Goliath – when David believed he was doomed and went into battle anyway.
Rafe was trying to convince an older couple that they needed an extra toilet.
I guess when you’re a drama teacher, you’re used to memorizing long speeches.
I know you might not believe this, but slogging through a foreign European forest in the dead of night with an ex-Eraser, a talking dog, and two kids who depend on you for their lives – well, not as much fun as you’d think. But.
Have you ever done something extremely stupid like, oh, I don’t know, try to make a room filled with total strangers laugh until their sides hurt? Totally.
Knowledge truly is power, it’s everything; if you don’t have any, pretend you do.
The Gasman leaned over and examined the tangled pile of stereo guts spread out on the kitchen table. “It looks like a robot came in here and threw up,” he observed.
We’re headed for the South Pole!” Gazzy jumped over the low threshold into our room from the boys’ room next door. “And it’s, like, so far south that it’s the bottom of the whole world.
Three out of four voices inside my head say go for it.
He’s gonna be fine,” I confirmed. “Can we see him?” Iggy asked. “Ig, I hate to break this to you, but you’re blind,” I said, my relief making me tease him. “However, in a little while you can go listen to him breathe and maybe talk to him.
Se Souvenir de Moi. Remember Me.
Little books can mean big things, baby books are things that you probably might not know.
Better paranoid then sorry.
There,” I said. “Decades of psycho logic picked apart in three seconds by an eleven-year-old. Take that, modern science!
My dear, there is no universal secret. There’s only the secret each writer discovers for herself. The path forward.