Quotes from R.L. Stine

I gabbed Ivy's arm. Look. Ivy. Something just moved - by that tombstone. We both stared into the gray light. Oh, noooo, I moaned. I watched, trembling in horror as someone climbed out of a grave.

What was the truth about the camera? he wondered. Does the camera show the future? Or does it actually cause bad things to happen?

They had me on my back. And then they all swarmed at once. Bony hands pawed at me. The grunts and groans rang in my ears. I screamed as their sharp fingers punctured my chest - and ripped it open. I kept screaming as they lowered their ugly heads and began to feed.

Greg had been nearly out the door, on his way next door to Shari's birthday party, when the phone rang. "Hi, Greg. Why aren't you on your way to my party?" Shari had asked when he'd run to pick up the receiver. "Because I'm on the phone with you," Greg had replied dryly.

Well . . . maybe I can sneak out for a few minutes," Bird said, lowering his voice. And then Greg heard him shout to his mother: "It's no one, Ma! I'm talking to no one!" Boy, that's quick thinking! Greg thought sarcastically. He's a worse liar than I am. And then he heard Bird call to his mom: "I know I'm on the phone. But I'm not talking to anyone. It's only Greg." Thanks a lot, pal, Greg thought.

You won't be going home tonight - or ever, Trevor whispered. You've seen too much.

I mean, who could think about sneakers when an invisible building was waiting to be discovered?

Running now. Running blindly, my heart thudding. Running home. Covered in thick, black fur. Running in panic, in shame. In fear.

You coming or not? he repeated impatiently. I was going to say no. But then, glancing at the curtains, I thought, it's probably no more spooky out there in that cemetery than it is here in my own bedroom!

Here I was, locked inside this creepy old library with a monster, and I was worried about getting scolded for being late for dinner!

I've been home the whole time. Watching you. What do we do with a troublemaker?

Would you love me if you knew I suck down liver blood in the supermarket?

Many adults feel that every children's book has to teach them something.

I have a couple of suggestions to help things along," she said. She twisted the slender gold watch on her wrist. "First of all, go back to school on Monday.

I dreamed about melons that night. I dreamed that a casaba melon grew in our front yard. Grew and grew and grew. Bigger than our house. Something startled me out of my melon dream. I fumbled for my alarm clock. One A.M. Then I heard a howl. A low, mournful howl. Outside the house. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the window.

Yes, we outran them easily," Destiny replied. "It…it's because we're not human anymore. We outran them because we're creatures now.

liked to tell me ghost stories that happened here. He said ghosts walked the halls at night, clanking their chains." Robby shook his head. "Why do ghosts always have to clank chains?" he said. "If they are ghosts, couldn't they just slip out of their chains?

Vanessa," he murmured. I stared at him. I knew instantly what he meant. I had been thinking the same thing all along. Remembering the horrible moment we spilled Vanessa's groceries. "Yes," I agreed. "I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to believe it. But Vanessa did this to us. Vanessa is BLUUUUCK BLUCCCK turning us into chickens." "Chicken chicken," he clucked.

Above me on the landing stood a strange girl, about my age, with short black hair. She was smiling down at me, not a warm smile, not a friendly smile, but the coldest, most frightening smile I had ever seen.

There's no harm in taking a peek.

The substance inside the can was bright green. It shimmered like Jell-O in the light from the ceiling fixture.

What a strange place to leave a camera. Why would someone put it here? If it were valuable enough to hide in a secret cabinet, why didn't he take it with him?

His camera at home was just too crummy. That's why all his pictures came out too dark or too light, and everyone in them had glowing red dots in their eyes. Greg wondered if this camera was any good.

My dream is that Cole gets punished for mouthing off the way he usually does. And his punishment is that he has to feed the chickens for the rest of his life. Everyone has to have a dream — right?