Quotes from Jonathan Stroud

It was higher and shriller than Holly's, so we knew that it was Kipps.

It's a commonly known fact that while cats can't stand ghosts, spiders love them.

I opened my mouth to speak – but before I could do so, the ghost gave its response. It was brief, pungent, and to the point. I passed it on. Lockwood started. 'Charming! Hold on – was that from you or the ghost?' 'The ghost, of course.' George whistled. 'I'm not sure I should write that down.

Burglary's more fun than socializing, I always say.

Doubts, like ghosts, gain strength in darkness; even with the dawn I wasn't sure I'd done the right thing.

He was very close to me. Our hands stayed on the windowsill like they were glued there. All at once he stepped back. "In the meantime," he said, "there are ghosts to foil and lives to save. But right now it's a lovely evening, and I'm going for a stroll. That was the other thing I wanted, to see if you'd come with me." He adjusted his collar. "It's the first outing for my new coat. What do you think of it?

You kill, you lie, you rob, you hit old men and steal their boots. I only thank God you draw the line at swearing - it would have been just too dreadful otherwise.

The object that was pinning me haplessly to the ground, like a butterfly on a collector's tray, was of twentieth-century origin and of very specific function. Oh, all right, it was a public lavatory.

Well, with luck we'll miss the beginning of the performance.

We all laughed, but it wasn't really a room for laughter. Nor for tears, oddly, or for anger, or for any emotion other than a sort of solemnity. It was the place of absence; we were in the presence of something that had left. It was like coming to a valley where someone had once shouted, loud and joyously, and the echo of that shout had resonated between the hills and lasted a long time. But now it had vanished, and you stood on the same spot, and it was not the same.

The short, fat fingers moved like dancing sausages across the strings;

Take me! You need a companion." "Yep," I said. "And I'm going with Lockwood." In fact, I had to hurry. I could hear him putting his coat on in the hall. "Aha…Are you? Oh, I see. Better leave you to it, then." "Right. Good." I paused. "Meaning what?" "Nothing, nothing." The evil eyes winked at me. "I'm no third wheel." "I don't

Dazu bedarf es [...] vor allem des richtigen Namens. Ich meine, es ist ja nicht so, als bestellte man ein Taxi—bei einer Beschwörung kommt nicht einfach irgendwer !

Never touch a mummified body part if you don't know where it's been. That's my motto.

Freedom is an illusion. It always comes at a price. Thinking

Then I realized he was still holding my hand.

John Mandrake was an attractive young man, and the scent of power hung about him, sweet and intoxicating, like honeysuckle in the evening air.

We're in line to get to you." "What, are you queuing now? Just how British are you people? Don't just stand in line! Kill somebody!

Ia bukan demon , bukan penyihir. Ia lebih baik dari mereka. Keserakahan dan sikap mementingkan diri sendiri bukanlah sifatnya.

Mr Lockwood,' he said slowly. 'It's like the end of the world.

We were a total mess. We'd been up all night. We smelled of ectoplasm, salt, and fear. We looked at one another, and grinned. Then we began laughing.

Strange, sometimes, how you make a particular choice. When it's not a specific thought or line of argument that decides you, but more a set of jumbled sensations that changes your mind.

He gripped me tighter around the waist and pulled me to him. "No," he said into my ear. "No, Lucy. That's not the way it's going to be.

Ooh, I smell something burning... Wait, wait - it's your pants ! Your pants are on fire, you massive liar ! You so weren't on a case !