Only bad books have good endings. If a book is any good, it’s ending is always bad – because you don’t want the book to end.
Why did so many grown-ups want to be young, she wondered, when it took so long to grow old? It was like going on a million-mile road trip then wanting to turn around without getting out of the car.
Whether it’s chocolate or socks, the rule is the same; the darker the better.
This new condition, this unwilled silence, had fallen over him ten days ago. The day Cass had gone into the hospital. The day she had fallen into a coma.
The name of this book is mysterious.
Your problem, it is not here’ – he pointed the pen at Max-Ernest’s throat – ‘it is here’ – he pointed the pen at Max-Ernest’s chest. ‘My heart is heavy, too. But you must be strong. This situation, it is very serious. It is not only Cass’s life that is at stake. If she dies, the Secret, it will die too.
Friends don’t have to have a lot of things in common. But there’s one thing friends usually do have in common – a sense of humor. That doesn’t mean they find all the same things funny. Sometimes, they might even laugh at each other. But at the end of the day, friends can always laugh with each other.
No wandering minds allowed.
Happily, you don’t know how to find me. If you did, I’ve no doubt, you would try to bribe me to finish the story. I know how you are. I know how I am, too. I am very susceptible to bribes. As you’ve probably noticed, I have no self-control whatsoever. I like chocolate best. But I also have a fondness for cheese.
Never let a pickpocket bump into you if you can help it.
Sometimes when we are at our lowest points, we make the greatest discoveries.
If you’re sleepy, go to bed and save the next chapter for tomorrow.
Why did the ibis cross the Nile?” She nodded, shivering. He laughed, a deep, rumbling laugh. “To get to the other side, of course.” As.
The Legend of Cabbage Face”.
For he who has power over dragons has power over us all.
She hadn’t visited this spot in a few years, but when she was younger it had been a frequent hideout. She called it the Barbie Graveyard because it was where, one night when she was nine years old, she’d ceremoniously buried every single doll she had. She’d marked the site with a melted Barbie toaster. “They all died in an electrical fire,” she told her mother somberly. “I couldn’t save them.
Author’s note: At a certain point in the first 150 pages of this book there will be an emergency drill. Please follow all instructions and behave exactly as you would in a real emergency. Thank you.
Let’s have a chapter break. I don’t know about you, but I could sure use it.
I must admit, this is one of the most politely written ransom notes I’ve ever received. – Mrs. Johnson.
It probably won’t injure you at all. Unless somebody throws it at you, which is a possibility that should never be discounted.
It’s funny the way secrets work. If you don’t know about a secret, it doesn’t bother you. You go about your business without a care in the world. Everything’s fine and dandy. But as soon as you hear about the secret, it starts to nag at you. Suddenly, your dying to know what the secret is.