Quotes from R.L. Stine

So, when Cole was two and I was four, we moved to Goshen Falls. Lucky us! The whole town is three blocks long. We have a cute little farm with a cute little farmhouse. And even though Mom and Dad are computer programmers — not farmers — we have a backyard full of chickens.

We used to live in your house, George said. And now, guess what? Jerry added. Now we're dead in your house!

Halloween?" Sabrina Mason asked. She moved her fork around in the bright yellow macaroni on her lunch tray but didn't take a bite. Carly Beth Caldwell sighed and shook her head. The overhead light on the lunchroom ceiling made her straight brown hair gleam. "I don't know. A witch, maybe." Sabrina's mouth dropped open. "You? A witch?" "Well, why not?" Carly Beth demanded

I talk to myself a lot, but it seldom does any good. I'm a tense kid. I know it. But I have good reason to be tense.

there is nothing I love better than slamming the ball in my older sister's face and making her chase after it.

I know it's ridiculous to drink skim milk when you're pigging out on a chocolate bar, but I figured, why not cut calories where you can?

The scarecrow walks at midnight," he uttered in a low voice.

Was it it possible that I thought a pile of clothes was a smiling girl?' - Amanda Benson

Faster, Jerry!" Dr. Shreek instructed, screaming at the top of his lungs. "Faster! The hands are alive! Alive!" "I can't do it!" I cried. "Please!" "Faster! Faster!

And that's when I heard it. That's when I heard the ghost's harsh whisper. It seemed to be coming from the open closet. "Welcome …" I heard. "Welcome. Welcome to your DOOM.

Never fear, KidsCare is here

I am sorry to say there will be no wedding today.

Watch. I'm going to make you read the next sentence. THE NEXT SENTENCE.

would be funny if Mr. Piccolo resembled a piccolo, but he doesn't. Actually, he's quite round. More like a bass fiddle. He has a big pouch of a belly that stretches the oversized turtleneck sweaters he always wears. He has a round face, too. He's mostly bald and his scalp shines like a bowling ball. He wears square eyeglasses, which are always sliding down

Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marty kept leaping into the air. I thought I might have to tie a rope around his waist and hold onto it to keep him from floating away!

Stupid Ginny and her karate kicks. Why did Mom have to take her to that martial-arts school anyway? My life has been miserable ever since. She's only ten, but she fights way better than I do. I've got the bruises to show it.

And what's the address on Fear Street, Operator?" "We're not supposed to give that out, sir." "Come on. I promise I won't tell anybody." Cory laughed. Surprisingly, the operator laughed too. "I guess it's okay. It's my last night, anyway. It's Four Forty-four Fear Street." "Thanks a lot, Operator. You're a nice person:

Mr. McCall cradled his four casaba melons in his hands. They were still attached to the vine. "I came out to water my casabas and I found this... this..." He was too upset to finish. He held the melons out to us. "Whoa!" I cried in amazement. No raccoon could have done this. No way. Someone had taken a black marker and drawn big, sloppy smiley faces on each melon!

Brandy stood up and tossed the bits of eggshell to the ground. She flashed Mom her best dimpled smile. "Next year for my birthday, can we have a Make Your Own Ice-Cream Sundae party?

dude. I'm twelve, but I look like a high school guy. I'm pretty strong, too. That's a good thing. But I guess kids also call me Monster because of my temper.

Dad drove Heather home. He didn't talk much in the car. He just kept shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

This may only be Act One!

These five teens are convinced it was not a prank. They all believe this is the beginning of the zombie apocalypse we hear so much about. But I'm not so sure I believe their story - not this close to Halloween. The girl with the ponytail frowned at him. I know what I saw, she said. They are here!

He squinted at us. You really believe there might be zombies in Franklin Village? Maybe, I said. We just thought we'd patrol at night and search for them. But that could be dangerous, Trevor said. He leaned toward us. His eyes darted from Alec to me. That could be very dangerous. A chill rolled down my back. He had suddenly changed. His voice deepened. And his words sounded like a warning. Or a threat.