Quotes from D.J. MacHale

There will be no more protest. No more dissension. No more violence. There will be only one voice. The voice of Ravinia. The voice of Halla. Your voice." "There goes freedom of speech." I said Alexnder Naymeer and Bobby Pendragon, Raven Rise, Page 458

Even at the end of the road, read the first sentence, there is a road. Even at the end of the road, a new road stretches out, endless and open, a road that may lead anywhere. To him who will find it, there is always a road.

Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. "Veelox.

Looks like it's time to liven up this dead little town!" - Saint Dane (The Reality Bug)

Is Loor a man's name or a woman's name?" Aja, TRB. It is the name of a female warrior." Loor, TRB. What did she do that was so heroic?" Aja, TRB She killed her enemies and ate them." Loor, TRB.

You'd better put sunblock on that skeleton head of yours. You're gonna fry." -Bobby

I'm sorry I hurt your hand...with my face. -Bobby Pendragon

What exactly is a French before it's fried? -Vo Spader

Damon Scares me,' Maggie said. 'Maybe you should do what he wants.' 'Can't.' 'Why not?' 'Because he killed me. That kind of pisses me off

There's always two ways of looking at things... that seeing what's positive about a situation is a lot more fun and gets you a lot further than looking for what might be wrong with it.

We may have been like needles in a hay stack, but they were like needles . . . in a stack of needles

I knew what Saint Dane was sensing. I knew why he was confused. he thought I was done. He thought we were done. He was wrong, and that's what he was sensing. He felt our presence. I figured I might as well confirm things for him. "Pendragon, don't--," Patrick warned. I stepped out fron behind the pillar into the light. "Man, that suit is just wicked cool!" I called out.

If you work hard doing the wrong job, is it really work? Or is it some kind of fakery?

I stood on the street, staring up at the most normal-looking house in the world. My house. I'd lived there my entire life. It was home. It was safe. It was haunted. The only other explanation was that I was demented. I couldn't say which I was rooting for.

The history of each and every territory is written in the blood of those who died trying to fulfill the aspirations of their ambitious leaders.

Mine would be, "We will stand together, he and I. One in victory, one in shame. Only then can I truly own the power of Halla. How sweet the moment of revelation will be, when he learns that he handed it to me." -SD the Pilgrims of Rayne

You want to know why we're the ones responsible?" Gunny asked. I looked up into a pair of wise eyes that had seen far more than mine. "Because there's nobody else," he said.

I felt as if I learned a few things. I learned that it's sometimes okay to think like a weenie, so long as you don't act like one—at least not all the time. I learned that it's okay to be wrong, as long as you can admit it and are willing to listen to those who may know better.

It is much more fun to write about villains then heroes. The villains are the ones that think out the scheme, and the heroes just kind of come along for the ride.

If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

I was disappointed in Coop. He hated being bored and so did I. He was always looking for different things to do and coming up with new adventures that kept us moving. That was his job. Trolling for girls at the beach was okay by me, but I didn't want it to be our sole focus. Besides, the girls I liked had more interesting things to do than spend every waking moment sitting around at the beach comparing tans.

There are only two types of people in this world; people who hate clowns, and clowns.

I rode my bike home and did the one thing that always helped when things weren't going well. I read. Books were my refuge. Getting lost in a solid adventure story was the best way I knew of to turn off reality.

I love you Mark..." Courtney, PoR. I love you too Courtney..." Mark, PoR.