Quotes from R.L. Stine

The waitress headed back to the kitchen, shaking her head, wondering what on earth could be funny about pea soup…

But I could hear Mitzi nearby. She was still upstairs. If she saw me reading the comic book, she'd run downstairs and tell Dad for sure. Mitzi's hobby is being a snitch.

I was stunned. "I wished it," I murmured. "And now it's come true." "What are you talking about?" Foz demanded. He grabbed me by the shoulders. "Get it together, Tim. We've got to do something! What's going to happen when your parents get home?" "I told Ginny I'd turn her into a rabbit," I explained, still dazed. "To get back at her for ruining all my magic shows. And now she is a rabbit!

I didn't know that carrying the old typewriter home would totally ruin my life. I dragged the typewriter into the ranch house where I live.

I had all these fantasies about going down into the pyramid with my uncle, discovering mummies and ancient treasures. Fighting off ancient Egyptians who had come back to life to defend their sacred tomb, and escaping after a wild chase, just like Indiana Jones.

It isn't a toy, you know. You don't know anything about it. You don't know what it really does to your body.

The weekend passed slowly. Todd and Danny went to a movie on Saturday. It was a comedy about space aliens trying to run a car wash. The aliens kept getting confused and washing themselves instead of the cars. In the end, they blew up the whole planet. Danny thought it was very funny. Todd thought it was dumb, but funny. On Sunday, Regina came home from Beth's. The whole family drove upstate to visit some cousins.

Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out!

I should have asked him where he lives, I thought. I'll have to remember for next time. Then I had an idea. I'll follow him home, I decided. I turned and trotted along the path. I could hear Joe's crunching footsteps a little up ahead. I slowed to a walk. I didn't want him to catch me following him. That would be so not cool.

And in the corner … piled up in the corner, I saw animal heads. Even in the dim light, I could see them so clearly. Piled on top of each other. Rabbit heads, squirrel heads, a couple of raccoon heads, eyes staring blankly, glassily at me. "NOOOO!" I screamed without realizing it. What kind of creature lives here? What kind of beast builds its own hut and keeps dead animals inside it?

I'll just have fries and a Coke," Amber said. "Is Pepsi okay?" the waitress asked. "Sure." Does anyone ever say no to that question?

HAD TO KILL THEM I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE LUCY K I

him!" I cried. "Somebody

Are you ready to present your book reports?" Miss Shindling asked. The classroom erupted with sounds—chairs scraping, Trapper-Keepers being opened, papers being rustled, throats being cleared.

Bending to her task, she picked up the pen, dipped it into the inkwell, and feverishly began to write again.

Don't you agree?

Two hours after the melon disaster, I sprawled on the floor of my room. Grounded. With nothing to do.

That was my costume for the past five years. A hobo. Actually, it wasn't much of a costume. I wore one of Dad's baggy old suits with patches on the pants. Mom rubbed charcoal on my face to make me look dirty. And I carried a knapsack on a fishing pole over my shoulder. Bor-ring!

This narrow stairway, steep and creaky, climbed to a separate room, a windowless room that sunshine could never invade, a room that only Ruth-Ann used, that only Ruth-Ann knew about.

It was a no-worms weekend," Todd told Danny over the phone after dinner on Sunday evening. "Way to go!" Danny replied enthusiastically. "Not a single worm," Todd told him, twisting the phone cord around his wrist.

The piano sounds became a roar, like an ocean of music crashing against the dark tile walls.

I slammed the car door, and we sped away.

She reached out one hand, pulled two slices of toast from the toaster, and stacked them on a plate. "Need help?" I asked. "No. Just sit down. Your eggs are ready." She lifted the pot off the stove and started to bring it to the breakfast table. Steam from the pot fogged her glasses.

mammals, he mutters. can't live with them, can't live without them.