I’ll not have my grandson subjected to the humiliation of his reading becoming public. We have to cope with this disgrace discreetly — Grandma Ruth
BRANDON MULLIn their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
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The only thing that would make her jealous would be if I led a parade riding a unicorn while ballerinas sang love songs.
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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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He’s stubborn,” Tux warned in a singsong tone. “Stay out of this,” Mark spat. “And touchy,” Tux added.
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Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra’s death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.
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Drake. He liked dangerous pies.” “Why did he join you?” “Who would eat pie that could take over your life? Why risk it?” “Focus. Why did he join you?” “Say no to death pies. Another good motto. I’m getting a headache.” p. 432
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Everyone should get to clobber a princess at least once,” Jason said.
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Being smart can make happiness elusive. Being REALLY smart can help you find it in more places than most.
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Please don’t assault me with that meat amalgam. It would surely cause infection
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For Frito-Lay!” – Newel and Doren
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I hate how my past actions keep messing up my future options, Seth muttered. Then you’ve started down the road to wisdom, Grandpa replied.
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The love of reading can be contagious.
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An unread book does nobody any good
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For each of us destiny is a blend of potential, circumstances, and choices.
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Most pleasures are best as a seasoning, not the main course. p. 374
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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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