Quotes from Louis Sachar

Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore. Broken bones and blood and gore

Love and a Dead Rat

don't have no school no more, school no more, school no more. We don't have no school no more, my fair lady.

She examined her fingernails and said, "It's almost time for me to paint my nails again." Before she left, she told the six remaining members of Group D that she still expected seven holes.

My name is Mr. Sir," he said. "Whenever you speak to me you must call me by my name, is that clear?

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every day to the top of the mountain and let it drink from the stream. As it drinks, you are to sing to him." She taught Elya a special song to sing to the pig. "On the day of Myra's fifteenth birthday, you should carry the pig up the mountain for the last time. Then take it directly to Myra's father. It will be fatter than any of Igor's pigs." "If it is that big and fat," asked Elya, "how will I be

It looks like rain clouds moving in.

You may not believe this, Louis, but I don't have many friends." He put his hand on Louis's shoulder. "You're like a son to me," he said. "And you're a maggot-infested string bean," muttered Louis. "What?" asked Mr. K. "I said, you're a magnificent human being.

Christopher Columbus's favorite vegetable?" asked the lunch lady. Deedee knew that one. "Cabbage!

Love is different from most things...when I give my love to someone, I end up with more love than I started with. The more love you give away, the more you have left.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely

And the next time I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it without questioning my authority. If it's too much trouble for you to fill a canteen, I'll give you a shovel. You can dig the hole, and the Caveman can fill your canteen.

Stanley had no trouble falling asleep

The bigger the storm, the brighter the rainbow.

It probably took Leslie longer to type the @ symbol than it would have to type the word at, but that's the kind of thing she loves to do.

They walked for what seemed like a very long time, and still never came across the Mary Lou. Stanley was pretty sure they were heading in the right direction. He remembered that when they left the boat, they were headed toward the setting sun. Now they were headed toward the rising sun. He knew the sun didn't rise and set exactly in the

That's the Little Dipper. Hey, Armpit, what sign are you?" "This is my sign," Armpit said, and gave him the finger.

bad case of foot odor.

Stanley was not a bad kid. He was innocent of the crime for which he was convicted. He'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was all because of his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather! He smiled. It was a family joke. Whenever anything went wrong, they always blamed Stanley's no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.

Music needs blank spaces sometimes," Cotton said. "They take up all the blank spaces." "Now you're talkin' about music," said Billy Goat. "Nobody makes real music anymore. It's all just a big show." "Just background for MTV," said Duncan. "It's almost impossible for a real musician to do anything worth listening to anymore. Now it's all I-don't-know-what.

Stanley was thankful that there were no racial problems. X-Ray, Armpit, and Zero were black. He, Squid, and Zigzag were white. Magnet was Hispanic. On the lake they were all the same reddish brown color—the color of dirt.

What are we supposed to be looking for? Stanley asked him. You're not looking for anything. You're digging to build character. It's just if you find anything, the Warden would like to know about it.

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