There are many things in life that cannot be explained.

Alex decided he’d had enough. He put down his knife. “All right,” he said. “You’ve made it pretty clear that you don’t want to work with me. Well, that’s fine. Because I don’t want to work with you either. And for what it’s worth, nobody would ever believe you were my mom because no mom would ever behave like you.” “Alex…,” Carver began. “Forget it! I’m going back to London. And if you’re Mr. Byrne asks why, you can tell him I didn’t like the jelly, so I went home to get some jam.

There's a name for people with an interest in the moon," Alex said. "They're called lunatics.

My greatest fear is disappointing the reader, so each book has to be better than the one before.

Some things can't be changed. They'll always happen the way they were supposed to.

Strange though it is,Sarov still cares about you. He told me to leave you alone. But I think, this time, I must disobey the general. You are mine! And I intend to make you suffer..." "Just talking to you makes me suffer," Alex said.

I didn't set fire to the building." "No, but you did pull it into the river." "That put the fire out!