Quotes from Louis Sachar

You're an idiot, Goon, you know that?" Paul Wattenburg said to him one morning. "No, as a matter of fact I didn't," Goon said, then laughed. He called himself Goon too. On the first day of school, his math teacher, Miss Langley, asked him his name and he said, "Goon." "I beg your pardon," said Miss Langley. "See, my name's Gary Boone," Gary

Mac raised his hand. "Once I could only find one of my socks," he said. "Man, I looked everywhere for it! Under the bed, in the bathroom. You'll never guess where I finally found it." "In the refrigerator," said Bob. Mac's mouth dropped open. "How'd you know?" Bob shrugged. "Where else?

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Then he will get to spend a day or two recovering in his tent, instead of having to dig a hole out on the lake. But

This was the eighteenth day in a row that the special was Mushroom Surprise. It was called Mushroom Surprise because it would have been a surprise if anybody had ever ordered it. No one ever did—except Louis, of course. That's why they'd had it for eighteen days. There was always plenty left over.

She sells seashells by the seashore.

Down on the playground Kathy was singing her favorite song. "Wayside School is falling down, falling down, falling down. Wayside School is falling down, my fair lady. "Kids go splat as they hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground. Kids go splat as they hit the ground, my fair lady.

die a slow and painful death.

He didn't have any friends

Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore. Broken bones and blood and gore, my fair lady. "We don't have no school no more, school no more, school no more. We don't have no school no more, my fair lady.

the word DISCIPLINE.

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turkey sandwich, piece of chocolate cake, apple, and Tootsie Roll pop tasted like Miss Mush's porridge.

Sadly, in these rush-rush, hurry-hurry days, not too many young people study the art of paper clip bending. There are only a handful of master benders left in the whole world. And who knows, in ten or twenty years there might not be any. Everyone will have to switch to staples.

Well let me tell you, something Caveman. You are here on the account of one person. If it wasn't for that person, you wouldn't be here digging holes in the hot sun. You know who that person is? said Mr. Pendanski. My no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.

I am not saying it's going to be easy. Nothing in life is easy. But that's no reason to give up. You'll be surprised with what you can accomplish if you set your mind to it. After all, you only have one life, so you should try to make the most of it.

Okay, class, said Mrs Jewls, So that we have no more mix-ups, I want everybody to write his name on his pencil. Dameon spent the rest of the day trying to write his name on his pencil. Dameon's pencil couldn't write on itself. It was just like his beautiful hazel eyes with the black dots in the middle. They could see everything except themselves.

How much hair do you have?" Joe shrugged his shoulders. "A lot," he answered. "But how much, Joe?" asked Mrs. Jewls. "Enough to cover my head," Joe answered. "Joe, you are going to have to learn how to count

Come on, D.J. You can tell me. Why are you so happy?' D.J. looked up at him. He said, 'You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy.

He wiped the dirt off and realised it was an onion. He bit into it without peeling it. The hot, bitter juice burst into his mouth. He could feel it all the way up to his eyes. And when he swallowed, he felt its warmth move down his throat and into his stomach. He only ate half. He gave the other half to Zero. Here, eat this. What is it? Zero whispered. A hot-fudge sundae.

I wonder who she was, said Zero. Who? Mary Lou, said Zero. Stanley smiled. I guess she was once a real person on a real lake. It's hard to imagine. I bet she was pretty, said Zero. Somebody must have loved her a lot, to name a boat after her. Yeah, said Stanley. I bet she looked great in a bathing suit, sitting in the boat while her boyfriend rowed.

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What worried him the most, however, wasn't that it was too late. What worried him the most, what really ate at his insides, was the fear that it wasn't too late.

In a few years, Camp Greenlake will be a girl scout camp.