When you have to jump, you jump.
BRANDON MULLShe refused to think of Neil, brave and quiet, whose reward for a heroic rescue was to be slowly devoured by strange cave balloons.
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You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
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Can’t you home school me?” Nate pleaded. “You would never do any work.” (Nate’s mom) “Sounds perfect!
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Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.
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It was an emergency!” Seth blurted. “Read my lips – emergency reading – not some demented idea of fun. If I was starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehave.
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Can you see the power emotion has to distort our outlook? Makes you wonder, did you have a bad day, or did you make it a bad day.” ~Fablehaven – Rise of the Evening Star
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…even misplaced faith can help us gain knowledge. We try to be smart about where we put our faith and we adjust as we learn more.
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After all, as long as you know, why make when you can take?
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Seth hustled over. “What’s the password?” “Passwords are for sissies,” Warren’s muffled voice responded. “Works for me,” Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it.
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Say no to death pies. Another good motto.
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Luck has a way of evaporating when you lean on it.
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We must set aside our wishes and give heed to reality. Nobody can accept the truth while hiding from it.
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There are no insect eggs in my food.” Mrs. White reiterated. You should use that in your advertising,” Nate suggested.
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Jason decided not to add that the best way to get him to focus on something was to tell him not to think about it.
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Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field.
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Jason glanced at the creature. It remained the same distance away as before, still as a statue. “What do you want?” Jason asked. No answer. “Are you the thing that followed Tark?
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