She looked at him and shook her head, smiled a litle as she told him, "You are so like your father." Then she looked past me and Zach, past Bex and Abby, to where Agent Townsend sttod by the door with his arms crossed. "What do you think, Townsend, darling? Isn't he just like you?" She looked at Zach again. "I think he's just like you." And then she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Despite popular belief, hitting someone with a closed fist actually hurts the hitter almost as much as the hittee.

After finals and winter break...after I'm back to full strength, we'll go get Preston. Whether Mom and Abby and Joe and Townsend like it or not, we'll go get him. And then...' I trailed off. 'And then we'll finish this. Next semester, this thing ends.

...there was no such thing as curses. People make and break their own fortunes -they are the masters of their own fate.

First time it's a stranger. Second time its just a coincidence. Third time it's a tail

What about a Princess Bride?" "Where are we gonna find a six-fingered man on such short notice?

But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.