Quotes from R.L. Stine

Good dog,' she said, stoking his head. 'Good sweet dog.' That was one of the great things about dogs. They always loved you no matter what was going on.

That's one of my problems. I never get angry quick enough. I never speak up when I am really mad. And then I feel silly bringing it up later.

But there is always one last chance—right?

sari is the most competitive person i know. she has to be the first and best at everything. if everyone is catching the flu, she has to be the first one to catch it!

There wouldn't be so many stories about vampires and zombies and other weird creatures if they didn't really exist.

But I wasn't feeling like a winner. I felt like an ugly freak.

Cameras can only record what they see.

Getting invisible is fun, but it could be dangerous.

Greg was very interested in cameras. He had an inexpensive automatic camera, which took okay snapshots. But he was saving his allowance in hopes of buying a really good camera with a lot of lenses. He loved looking at camera magazines, studying the different models, picking out the ones he wanted to buy.

He didn't like being the sensible one of the group. Everyone always made fun of the sensible one. He'd rather be the wild and crazy one. But, somehow, he always ended up sensible.

chicken salad.

She wasn't wearing a mask! The monstrous green face was her face. She wasn't wearing a monster costume. None of the Horrors were wearing costumes, I realized. I stepped back, raising my hands in horror as if trying to shield myself.

I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. I... uh... used to live in your house, I found myself answering. And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.

People don't always take us seriously," she continued. "People come to HorrorLand and think it's all a big joke. People laugh at the signs around the park. They laugh at the rides and attractions.

All those decaying zombies eating people and tearing out their guts." She laughed. "Cool!

So Miss Curdy said I had to be punished. She gave me a choice of punishments. One: I could come into the gym after school every day and inflate all the basketballs — by mouth — until my head exploded. Or two: I could coach the first-grade soccer team. I chose number two. The wrong choice.

I can see ghosts.

My name is Abe Marcus. Ned and I are identical twins. We look exactly alike. Even Ma and Pa can't tell us apart. But we don't act alike. I am the serious twin. Maybe it's because I am two minutes older.

I became more and more confused. My brain got so fuzzy, I even began to wonder if I'd ever actually been a boy at all. Maybe I'd really been a bee for my entire life, and I'd just dreamed about being a boy.

to see the drooling, pink mouth open

I always fixed beef for your father. But he only wanted pie.

Squatting over it, I pulled it open. My clothes were neatly folded at the top. Robb hadn't stolen anything.

Tap-tap-tap is better than thump-thumpthump, Ivy said.

Despite the loud booing from Shari and Greg, Bird managed to punch the ball past the shortstop for a single. "Lucky hit!" Greg yelled, cupping his hands into a megaphone. Bird pretended not to hear him.