I think shorter books are going to become more and more of the trend. So I don't think you have to write big, big, long books.
How is San Francisco, Alex? Lovely city. Will you leave your heart there? Do you think it's a good place to die?
I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck. ” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?
Yeah,” said Iggy. “But what now? Let’s do something fun. ” I guess being on the run from bloodthirsty Erasers and insane scientists wasn’t enough fun for him. Kids today are so spoiled.
Do I open it? Do I open it? Of course I freaking open it!
My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.
What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?” Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. “I don’t have a mustache, you idiot!” Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. “And you know what?” I added. “You don’t have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope. ” I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.
A newspaper is a mirror reflecting the public, a mirror more or less defective, but still a mirror.
Find the game where you can win, and then commit your life to playing it; and play to win.
No one can see your life the way you see it.